My Mysterious Day

January 14, 2009
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The sun sets just before a star twinkles.

The mysterious blue stretches across the sky just before a blanket of of fiery orange replaces the satin blue.

A flame of a candle burns intently, just before a wisp of wind escapes my lips to make the the ball of fire vanish.

My days never change. My days never lengthen. My days never end.

In the end my day turns into a different hue without my realizing it.





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