A Quest for Beauty

In the ethereal grace of twilight
A shroud of serene solitude settles
over the skies and the mountain range
like the pitiable pain of a pining heart.

Nature suddenly seems
to have lost the flare of the sun
and the radiance of the moon
awaiting some spiritual manifestation.

A languid river snakes languorously
through the forlorn forest
as if overcome by the soft
and healing autumnal evening.
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