Starry Night
Bright across the top
Dark across the bottom
Making the trees and the rolling hills pop
Swift colors
Paving their way left to right
Smoothing over the canvas
With falling moonlight
They create a gentle breeze that flows
As if I were there
Experiencing it tickle my nose
It was the first piece of art I ever saw
And I knew that I wouldn’t forget it at all
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