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Thursday, March 19, 2026

Sunsets, a poem By: Mridula Murugan .

 Sunsets


By: Mridula Murugan


The sky slows down,

softening at the edges—

blue turning to gold,

gold fading to pink.


Nothing rushes here—

the light

takes its time leaving,

the clouds

drifting along.


You sit and watch

as the day quietly

lets go.


The sun resting

at the edge,

then slowly

slipping away.


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