-The light is dim, like setting;
the sun before it’s gone.

The fading citrus hue,
cascading against the wall.

The hills and slopes, silhouettes
against an expanse of white.

Movement crests and falls,
a shadow breathing on the wall.

The image of sleep, the silhouette,
a last image before slumber.

A paradise that only exists in moments,
before sleep and in dreams.

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