Colors in the Sky


The sun is just now leaving,
The night shift isn't for him.
Bold,
Brilliant,
Beautiful colors
Come when the night begins.
In come midnight and the colors leave,
Awaiting their time to return.
But the sky had different ideas. They cling to the sky,
But with no other choice, they chase themselves back into hiding.

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