Cool clouds embrace the warmth of the setting Sun golden, turning the ocean to liquid molten.
White froth of the waves, slither on the golden sand, quenching its thirst again and again.
Coyly hiding within the descending dusk, ever evasive horizon waits for the sky to rush.
To hold on to it one last time before they merge, for a while, later to diverge.
Last impression of the Sun floats on the ocean like gold, time slips away quietly, difficult to hold.
Sunshine withers away slowly, fading the sight, can hardly fathom the beholder's immense delight.
Dusk finally descends, engulfing sky and horizon as one. When one cannot be made out from another.
Only Dawn has the magical key to separate them again. When the Sunlight ignites the sky and ocean, and boundaries remain...till dusk again.
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