A quiet horizon slowly absorbs

a flat bronze evening sky,

its edges melting into a dusky mist.


There were no low rumbles

or gusts of wind or clouds

forming and reforming;

a weighted silence pressed down

onto a solemn ground.


It was a moment of looking up,

Wondering what would be next.

Preparing for change. Waiting.


Soon, the bronze sky faded.

Silence continued. Dusk yielded

into night, painting everything black.




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