Rhyme 32

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In hues of gold and crimson, day's embrace,
The sun descends, its fiery tears cascade,
A canvas painted with nostalgic grace.
A world at rest, as shadows slowly chase,
The whispers of the past, in hues arrayed,
In hues of gold and crimson, day's embrace.
The ocean's sigh, a melancholic trace,
Reflects the longing heart, where memories fade,
A canvas painted with nostalgic grace.
As daylight wanes, the stars find their own space,
Yet in the twilight's glow, a love replayed,
In hues of gold and crimson, day's embrace.
The wind, a gentle touch upon the face,
Carries whispers of dreams that never fade,
A canvas painted with nostalgic grace.
Oh, sunset's symphony, a fleeting chase,
Each ray a verse of time's relentless raid,
In hues of gold and crimson, day's embrace.
A bittersweet adieu, a fond embrace,
A yearning for what's lost, a serenade,
A canvas painted with nostalgic grace.
And as the final rays now interlace,
The heartstrings of the past are gently swayed,
In hues of gold and crimson, day's embrace,
A canvas painted with nostalgic grace.

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