the beauty of a sunset

does not lie merely in

the blush of the sky

as the sun kisses it goodbye.

you can inhale it

from the couple on the bench

holding hands

their smiles tinged

with the fragrance

of budding love

you can hear it

from the kids on the shore

frolicking

their careless laughter

ripples across

the lily ponds

you can taste it

in the buttered toast and hot coffee

as you rebuke your mother

for feeding the dog

before bread from your fingers

mysteriously meets

the ground

hundreds of

thousands

of suns

set

with no one

to watch

and hear their

last breath

is there beauty

in dying

alone?

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