In the evening,
Before night takes over the sky,
The sun grabs hold of it.
Since this pains the light,
Making it sofficate to an orange.
It then gets even darker,
And the moon starts to get bright.
It sees the sun start to gasp,
Making the sky turn gaping red.
Then,
As the sun gulps the last breath,
It hits the horizon and flashes green,
And the moon waves good-bye.
The stars shine for the sad moon,
Who then shines and fades around the clouds,
Waiting for it's turn on death.
However,
they both are part of the cycle.
The cycle of coming and going.
So in away,
Don't feel bad,
Cuz it willl always come around.
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