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Spectrum of Our Sky
Heavenly blues and whites Turn to black and nothing With true beauty the median How two spectrums come together as one Natures ironic beauty The amazing pinks, reds , yellows, And the purples in the sky Our large glowing angel Plummets from above Every color, in a sequence of beauty unparalleled Only happening once per day Our last beauty before the beast Its true surreal beauty only lasting moments Then puts us to sleep For when this passes Dusk does go with it And darkness fills our skies Natures ironic beauty Happens to be our setting sky . Return to Poetry List |