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Daylight Dwindles
Daylight dwindles, and as darkness descends
night awakens; clouds of hungry bats take
flight, hunting moths fluttering in the pale
moonlight before Dawn ushers in daybreak.
Dew, like a trillion teardrops, falls right on
cue and ebony supplants a sky of
blue; the horizon blushes a scarlet
hue and unveiled stars start twinkling above.
Copyright ©
Emile Pinet
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