Nighttime
A gentle breeze passes through
Stars shine
The moon’s beam
Overlooks all.
For a short time, all is peaceful.
Then,
The sky is blurred with an array of colors,
Like a giant
Took a paint brush
And scattered a variety of colors
All over the horizon.
It’s time to wake up and see the world again.
Nighttime is no more
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