Shades of purple, frost the flaming sun,
Wispy streaks of yellow, day is nearly done,
Tall, shadowy trees, whisper a breeze
and flutters through my hair with a tingly tease.
Mystic night-time sprinkles stars all around,
Silver moonbeams streak to the ground,
transforming the leaves to emerald lace
~and~
darkness takes me to a lonely place.
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