From noon until midnight the sky becomes a kelm of colors,
All seen in the stained glass window we call the clouds
Beauty of painted light as the glowing backdropp rotates through the sky
Brightness brings softness, the glow, luminescence, and art of illumination to it's
Colorful Perfection
The eve brings contrast, pure color, depth and integrity, a beauty quite the contrast,
Power none-the-less.
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