The Night
The last pink beams of radiant sun
splash behind the trees,
reluctantly revealing the night.
Cool summer air,
illuminated only by soft beams of a gently glowing moon,
brushes against the leaves.
A shooting star
blazes across the pitch black sky
and lands among other sparkling stars.
Sheer quiet fills the night
until golden beams of light erupt in the darkness,
swallowing the night yet again.
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