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Rhianna Mar 2014
At sundown the world becomes a silhouette.
The horizon line of a busy city,
Mountain tops that go on for miles,
Animals that roam free in the desert,
Plants and trees that grow every day.

At sundown the world becomes a silhouette.
A simple outline,
A dark shadow,
No detail,
Just silent figures, shaded by the sun.

— The End —