I like the cut of your jib sunset. Your swagger toward night. The way you toss light across the ocean with your sway. And gather your clouds over the horizon.
I like the way you drawn in your power and use it to delight. The way you sometimes throw it around as fireworks. Painting the town in streaks of red and pink and yellow.
I like the way you sink slowly into slumber. The way you resist going down without a fight against the darkness. The way you hold on. And hold on. And hold on against the approaching night.
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