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The fiery reds, yellows and oranges
Have all gathered and faded
The master of the night sky
Luminates the world below.

Everything in the sky is seemingly still
Putting on a facade
Of black and indigo robes
Cloaking the night sky in a dreamy mist.

A shooting star rushes through the night sky
Giving hope to the life below of
Making a wish upon it’s succinct existence.

Clouds slowly skim by
Hoping to catch a glimpse
Of the magic going on inside,
But they too are benighted
Of the macrocosm that lies
Well nigh light-years away.

©Brittany McNeer