The Amethyst Dusk

Not a flutter or a ripple in sight

Neither a bird’s song nor a frog’s call

No rustling leaves and no gushing winds

A thin spread of grey clouds

Mild and gentle, unmoving; suspended in motion 

Is there anything more tranquil than an amethyst dusk?

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Deep violet, blending with soft lavender 

The purple shades easing into soothing golds 

As the line between the earth and heaven blurs into nothingness

A lone tree stands proud, with its scattered branches and onyx leaves 

A broken piece of its former self lay beside, resting in peace 

Oh, the glory! Who else but nature can make the end feel soulful and complete? 

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