Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}

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The suns rays gently brushed across the ocean, giving one last goodbye, with a promise it would shine even brighter the next day.

As it slowly fell under the horizon, reining in its evening masterpiece of warm colours; the moon proudly began to rise, kissing the sky with shining freckles, stretching them across the blank, midnight blue canvas that draped over towns, cities and vacant, mountainous valleys.

It was this beauty that not many cared to stop and watch. No one watched in awe anymore, or gave a single thought into the evening's chill.

Though, both the sun and the moon knew, that out there somewhere, there was someone watching and admiring their works of art; so every day and night, they were sure to make a masterpiece that was unique and even better than the last.