~The colors of the day~
Translucent trails of time,
Come at me fast and,
understand how,
To uncover days past.
The color of blue,
Drops in shedded,
Off on me,
From the moon.
Midnight stops by,
And gives me ,
The shivers of the night,
Brought on by,
Darks plight.
The day is ready to break,
The sun shakes off the darkness,
As dawn stops in,
To show us her might.
The sun wonders by,
She starts throwing,
us all of,
Her shinning light.
At the end of her day,
She shakes off her,
Last ray,
Then gives birth,
To twilight.
Twilight loses control,
And the night runs in,
and steals again,
the color,
of the day....
Inkmaster
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