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Dusk

Tonight at dusk
the sun
awaits his starry bride
with passion and anticipation
he coloured red the skies.
As she appeared
above the far horizon
he slowly came to meet the night
and moved
to rise again
at his own dawn
a brand new day he waits
to see another glimpse of her
before her darkness sets.

Jc

05-10-2004

jc

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