The colors of the dying day
Drift into coming night,Defying darkness’s onset
With one last burst of light.
It will not admit all is lost,
Though night is rushing in.
For it knows full well, with the dawn,
That it will come again.
It’s easy to believe I’m lost,
When darkness looms ahead,
But like the day that drifts to night,
I’ll watch for dawn instead.
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