Sun climbs down rocky mountains
To the west.
Rays start to venture,
Leaving paintings of colors across the skies,
Yellows and purples, oranges and pinks,
But then they fade, dissolving to darkness,
Like nothing was there before.
A glimmer emerges, a moon so fine,
That glistens like shining seas,
Turning the sky into a beauty.
A dark blue color, that twists with the winds,
Revealing a star:
The first one of nightfall.
Making a wish for the sunrise tomorrow.
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