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As the sun lowers to the ground
The clouds streaked with pink
The blue soon after found
How beautiful one would think
While deep purple takes over
The clouds now gone
The moon rises slower
Than the coming dawn
As the moon rises from its slumber
Stars appear in numbers
Like dimples on the night sky's purple face
With shooting stars to chase
A poem I made a year or so ago. I'm not that good describing nature.
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