In the canvas of the cerulean sky,
Where the sun bids its fond goodbye,
A transition unfolds, pure and bright,
The graceful ballet of day into night.
Golden hues in a parting embrace,
A symphony played in gentle grace.
As the day recedes, taking its light,
The stage is set for the nocturnal flight.
Crimson whispers in the western sky,
The sun's last kiss, a fond goodbye.
A seamless shift, a celestial sight,
As day surrenders to the coming night.
Dusk emerges, a tranquil ballet,
A soft crescendo, fading light at play.
The world transforms in the waning light,
A magical passage from day to night.
The stars awaken, diamonds on high,
Painting stories across the midnight sky.
Luna's ascent, a silvery delight,
Guiding the realm from day to night.
Shadows dance in the moon's soft glow,
Nighttime creatures begin to show.
A lullaby sung by the breeze so light,
In the enchanting passage from day to night.
Mysteries unfold when daylight wanes,
A cosmic tapestry that forever reigns.
As the sun departs, taking its flight,
Celestial wonders herald the night.
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BrendonJoseph
Just someone who enjoys the artistry of life and literacy. Aimed to capturing the small intricacies often missed.
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Such an enchanting poem! I loved it!