Crisp yellow beams parade through orange sky's
Marching without purpose where their heavenly background lyes
The sun births a tranquil prismatic sea
As the night settles in where dark will soon be
The world is over cast with a pleasing mystic hue
Tomorrow will soon breath these colors a new
As the sun goes down and ready for bed
It brings it's life to somewhere new overhead
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
Crisp yellow beams parade through orange sky's
Marching without purpose where their heavenly background lyes
The sun births a tranquil prismatic sea
As the night settles in where dark will soon be
The world is over cast with a pleasing mystic hue
Tomorrow will soon breath these colors a new
As the sun goes down and ready for bed
It brings it's life to somewhere new overhead
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