Dusk

Like the leaves, people will wither
The sun’s brightness will fade away
The waters will run dry with no marks at all
The twilight will erode the day

The breathing space will faint
Every hue will turn to gray
Beautiful flowers will languish
Eyes will fall, to the ground they stay

Trees cannot sway to the whack of the wind
Time will melt, evaporating under the sun
Seasons will track every footprints
Steps will decelerate, unable to run

Memories will saunter on the edge
The stars cannot overlook
The sky will be reachable
The story once told will walk

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