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In the dark,

at the edge

of night.

On the brink of

day and first sparkling

light.

I watch the sun

start to rise

like an angel

from the grave.

I watched the

sun lift the day.

The world 

fluctuates,

and raves.

Bathing in the

diwndling light,

at days end,

its such a sight,

yet i sadden.

Another passing,

one more day gone.

Night fall ,that beautie,

night falls and weeps again.

She decorates to celabrate

the day.

Someone smiled,

it was a good day.