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So day will soon be gone

And seagulls with outstretched wings

Fly home across a pink washed sky.

 

Ethereal stillness abounds in the silence

The backcloth canvas becomes red

Then purple, followed by murky indigo.

 

Night time will gradually follow

Spinning its cocoon of darkness

Preparing man to rest and ultimately sleep.

 

Bright stars will speckle the sky

They huddle and cluster together

Like sparkling freckles on a heavenly face.

 

With the moon in solitary brilliance

A beam of light from the Father’s torch

Shining until the new sunrise at dawn.

 

Then night will soon be gone

And seagulls return across a tranquil sea

Where gentle sunlight glistens on silver waves.

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