Diadem
In awe, upon the canyon rim I stand,
Westward looking, entranced by a dying sun,
Who protesting, casts its blood across the sky.
There, beyond its sanguine crimson reach,
Against the blue dark velvet cloak,
A single trembling star pulsates.
A gem placed by God upon the breast of night
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