Shadows of Fire: A Death Valley Sunset
Beneath the sky, a canvas wide,
Where desert whispers softly bide,
Death Valley wakes as day grows old,
Its breath a furnace, fierce and bold.
The sun descends, a molten eye,
Its rays ignite the earth and sky.
The jagged peaks in amber glow,
Cast shadows deep on sands below.
The salt flats gleam, a ghostly white,
Mirroring the fading light,
While dunes like waves in silence crest,
Their golden curves by twilight blessed.
A crimson haze begins to seep,
The desert sighs, the world asleep.
Yet in this realm of arid grace,
The sun’s retreat leaves not a trace.
For here, where life and stillness meet,
The fleeting day finds its defeat.
And Death Valley, vast and grand,
Becomes a tomb of time and sand.
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