As the bright golden sun ever so gently

slips behind the looming mountains

setting afire the drifting clouds above,

the evening dusk overshadows the land

signifying the close of yet another day

that soon to silent night will fall

illuminated by Earth's satellite

and a countless starry sky aloft.
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So intense the light,

so colorful the hues,

so gray the twilight,

so dark the night.

Where do I fit in

am I a part of all of this,

or is this happening

too fast for me to understand.
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How quickly the day did pass

the twilight dusk set in,

it seemed the hours just flew by

 without much of a trace of anything.

What have I done today,

have I achieved something.
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My mind is adrift

as I must honestly say,

"No" it has only been

 just another day

but for one saving grace

which as it turns out to be,

is this little poem created

for you to share with me.
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HERBERT HOLZBAUER

August 1997