Nightfall in hot and muggy weather,
the Earth sang;
the breeze delayed,
As I laid, swallowed up in heather.
Fairest evening sky,
bejeweled in superior stars-
three of them winked at me
tri-specks of splendor to spy.
Distant sanguine twilight,
framed in gossamer fog.
I glanced up and viewed, glory in multitude,
lovingly placed there by God.
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