The hues of the setting sun drape over every inch of the world around me.
They fill the air of the car I’m singing in
And linger on the glass of the buildings downtown.
These blues and purples are warm and
Settle in for a brief but powerful moment in time.
They instill a feeling of life onto the already living
And animate the objects without souls.
You can hear the absence of sound this time provides,
Even as the world makes noise around you.
I don’t need to look around as civil twilight sets in
To experience its gentle reminder that I exist.
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