As night falls, the sun begins it's rest on another
horizon as it lights up the sky bright red and black
in our vision.
An ebony blanket covers evening with it's silken
atmosphere as the bleeding red runs to horizons
beyond our sight.
Nighttime blackens our eyes, yet we can still see
it's beauty unfolding with stars and a silvery moon
rising, edging us closer to our beds with sleep in
our eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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