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Urban Sunset

The great glowering disc falls helplessly to the ground,
An oil painting of orange and red;
Slender fingers of bruised light reaching across earth and sky
Obscured in part by a blanket of white heat
Rising from the cold, hard ground
Where sits a monument:
An icon of change,
A beacon of hope,
A slowly turning shadow in the dying embers of the day

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