City at Sunset
By Andrew Schroeder
A golden light depends to bloody red,
Splashing off the buildings of the city.
A gentle warm breeze blows in from the coast,
As the sun, like the mythical phoenix,
Rests upon the sea in a nest of fire.
The beaches are closed, the streets deserted.
The emotions of the day are replaced
By tranquility and serenity.
The sky is now black, the stars twinkling down.
The moment of peace lost to confusion.
Soon the new day shall dawn and the sun rise,
To show the city a phoenix reborn.
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