Before
Before the Day morphed into Night,
a scarlet sun inked clouds of white.
And tinted the sky with its light;
a cotton candy pink delight.
Before the black birds cease to fly,
murmurations swirl through the sky.
Mesmerized, I let out a sigh,
applauding as they shapeshift by.
Before shadows merge into one,
twilight drinks the last of the Sun.
And though Dusk has barely begun,
a rising moon won't be outdone.
Before darkness slowly descends,
silhouettes merge as daylight ends.
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