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Painted Night
High up on the hill,
far from man made light,
the day had long ago. ..
given way to night.
The warm summer air,
Cooling to a chill.
The fire embers barely glowed,
dark orange pale,
as they fade away.
The sky a moonless, star filled sight,
stars so light, so bright,
you could pluck them from the heavens.
It began so slowly, the meteors appeared,
and then as if the time was right,
the multitudes began. ....
The sky began to move,
a shower of tailing streaks of light,
all through the night time air.
As if a painters brush,
dipped into a well of white,
and with a flick of hand. ...
sprayed color into night.
far from man made light,
the day had long ago. ..
given way to night.
The warm summer air,
Cooling to a chill.
The fire embers barely glowed,
dark orange pale,
as they fade away.
The sky a moonless, star filled sight,
stars so light, so bright,
you could pluck them from the heavens.
It began so slowly, the meteors appeared,
and then as if the time was right,
the multitudes began. ....
The sky began to move,
a shower of tailing streaks of light,
all through the night time air.
As if a painters brush,
dipped into a well of white,
and with a flick of hand. ...
sprayed color into night.
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Painted Night
Painted Night
