Forever Watching.

The sun tucked away

in glorious rose, violet, blues and greys.

It spoke of promises yet to be made.

As it drifted away. Sleep would come

to some. In the morning we would wake

to find the sun creeping up in golden shades.

Wake we must. Today we trust in what our world will create.

Washing us from sleep filled haze to a brighter, golden day.

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