Evening turning the corners of it's bed down, crawling out,
reaching for the alarm to shut it off.
Becoming a part of the fabric of night with it's twinkling
stars and darkened skies.
A solitaire lone horizon, hiding in a jacket of evening
surprise, astonished at the length and breadth of peaceful
harmony, emanating from it throughout eternity.
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