Foolish mortals,
Seeing only the things of the day
As if only those are worth admiring.

Unfortunate Immortals,
Who can see only what is shown In the night,
For to do otherwise would mean destruction.

Pitable Spirits,
who are caught in between,
Tho it is they who can see the greatest beauty of all.

One remembers their last sunset fondly,
For its beauty will never be matched again,
At least not for our eyes.

 That sunset shows the perfect mix of light
And dark,
To all.

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          (*JaredOsborn*)

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