The sunset

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Stuck in a traffic jam,
Mindlessly scrolling through Instagram,

The sunset tries to hold your glance,
As its beams perform their last dance,

Before its time to put up a show again,
For spectators keep changing time and again,

They perform for anyone who passes by,
Before its time to say goodbye,

When they know its time to get some rest,
To rise tomorrow again and perform their best,

The mortal spectators may meet their end,
But  the performers shall perform till the end,

Its a folly to think that the man has might,
When some don't even survive the night,
Unable to witness tomorrow's sunlight.

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