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Mar 2018
The gorgeous evening sky,
With a lovely hue,
Succumbs to the transforming—
E’er to bid adieu.

Slowly, the sky’s conforming,
Though reluctant to.
Taking on another look,
As skies are wont to.

All morphing before the eye,
The clouds rearrange.
With repositioned sunrays,
The colors ever change.
Footnote: E'er is the contraction for ‘ever’.
Written by
walterrean salley  usa
(usa)   
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