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Twisting blue's with vibrant orange's, the sky contorts as the ruler of light falls into the horizon. Such a beautiful splender. What a timeless painting mother of all the living brings to life. The ocean is roaring with passion and endless forgiveness. And slowly the deepest of blue's turn to black as the night is cast. The moon makes is debut for the night, as star's seemingly appear. Its magical, and so very whimsical. Peace explodes as silence overcomes. Its a time for slumber, when children are read fairy tales of beast's and their loving beauty, and atlast relinguish into rest. Its a moment for lover's to embrace finally and give love unconditionally. The wind slow dances with the tree's so tall, as the leaves whisper joyously. It is the night. The time for quiet healing. Oh what a God to create such a magnificent alternative from day. When dreamers dream their dreams. And wishers wish their wishes. Prayer's are sent, as lights go out all around. With only the dimlight of the mighty moon to coax you into sleep. Night--what a glorious vision. What an inspiration for words. Its only something mother of all the living,-- could paint to life so beautifully. |
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