eclipse
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MatureComplete Thu, Feb 15, 202432m
Eclipse is like the wind.
It causes the clouds to move,
darken the sky and cover the sun.
And as the wind changes direction,
the sun shines again.
Sometimes too late,
the night hours are already leaving their features.
Leaving splashes of color here and there
like on a canvas.
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