The night is gone.
The stars have disappeared.
The moon is low.
The sky is gray.
Soon it'll turn pink,
Then red,
Then purple,
Then,
The sun will break just above the horizon.
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Sketches
PoetryPoems that describe a lot of random things in First Person. It's not the best, but I guess it's okay. It has really cool pictures, though.
Sunrise
The night is gone.
The stars have disappeared.
The moon is low.
The sky is gray.
Soon it'll turn pink,
Then red,
Then purple,
Then,
The sun will break just above the horizon.
