It is the time of the day when the breeze turns the setting sun into a lantern
that lights the shadows below. You listen to the leaves echo

another day into your story and smile: if you are lucky

there will be a tomorrow, the breeze will  turn  the setting sun into a lantern
that lights the rustling of hope, again.

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