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About This Poem
Morning Sky
The sky is so dark
The pitch of the evening night
Softly colors start
They begin to blend inside
Light pink, lavender, and red
They all start to ride
To flow through in the lost night
Bringing hope again
Dancing the colors do spread
So lovely morning begins
Now even peach comes
Master, the one who made this
Reigns supremely high
Crafted the prettiest sky
All colors accounted for
Slowly sky brightens
And everything turns blue shade
Waiting for the night
So another show will post
And sky will color again
Russell Sivey
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