Dusk 'N' Dawn
Shades of orange and black,
Lustre they do not lack,
Along the horizon they meet,
Parting their way, twilight they greet.
On the aisle, they are a painter’s dream,
Their beautiful presentation reflects a sparkling beam,
Nature’s own color they are,
They are the healers of all scar.
They bring with them the brightest day,
Also deep within them darkness lay,
They give a dying man the final moments to live,
To a new born, a refreshing new day they give,
They are the messengers of a starry night and a bright day on the heavenly lawn,
They are none other than Dusk ‘n’ Dawn.
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