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I once reached the top of a hill.

But the Sun had set on the neighbouring hill,

Before I had made my climb down the hill.

I’d have regretted climbing this hill,

Had it not been for the beautiful sunset.

For one last time, the Sun glowed its best colours;

For once transforming the green shadows to a golden mat,

Before leaving behind Darkness’s contours

But no regrets in my heart, lay

For the beauty of the setting sun lives on in my mind,

Brushing the curse of darkness away.

In the shortness of the last sunshine,

I saw immortality tucked in the collars of mortality.