Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Sunset, Sunrise


Clear, lines upon the hills
Flashes of pink, red
Orange light filters
It’s almost time for bed

The last rays adorn the plains
A grey mist seeps
Darkness looms
As the sun takes its last leap

Morning breaks open
As the soft, yellow light
Spreads its rays lovingly
And takes to flight

The day has arrived
Brimming with life
Hope, new beginnings
Forget yesterday’s strife

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