Dawn twirls Night around
Its rainbow hands...
Sparkles black with
Stars, vanishing one
By one. Paints the
Sky Angels with
Pastel wings, flying
Changing...stars
Remain, covered
In pastels, then bright,
Then Day. This world
Goes on, singing Dawn,
Stars' choiring
Along...the stage is
Set
For Day.
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lovely work Eysabeth, and it is about time, re the new day....I look forward to peace on this site and it spreading outwards with the changes we all need right now...love, smiling at you, Tai