The Golden Darkness/Failure

​FAILURE.
Whenever sundown colors go
 To where all sundowns have retreated,
I wonder what of me has died,
 How much of me has been defeated.

Though winds are dumb and shadows gather,
 Though nothing, nothing in me cries,
Yet strangely I become aware of
 The tears within the twilight's eyes.

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