The sky is softly blushing,
The suns below the lake,
Its golden fingers brush the clouds,
The silver moon awakes,
The shadows fall about me,
Darkness cloaks the trees,
The light is quickly fading,
The last rays steal, and tease,
Crickets announce the days end,
They breaks news of the night,
The sky pales dark, beneath the moon,
At evenings, last glimpse of sunlight,
Another days is at its end,
Stars lace the heavens, high,
Their winking , boldly at the moon,
Who lights the blackened sky.
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