The Sun

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The orange ball of light is descending in the colourful sky.

He's vanishing into the horizon right before my eyes.

He's spent the day filling our world with warmth and light.

Our world turns to the moon instead, sky blackening with night.

Pinks and oranges and purples paint all the drifting clouds.

People gasp at the beauty of such wonders aloud. 

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