April 27, 2018
By Dreology BRONZE, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Dreology BRONZE, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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The twilight falls upon the looker vague, swift but soft.
Each vibrant stain on the eye.
Mellow- so mellow that each can not be away.
The decay of time of subtle color.
To the explosion of tiny dots.
Yet, it to be so bleak!
Oh, oh my.
The flood of shimmering light over the black colorless sky.
Let it go over, reddish hue.
To twinkle
Fall upon the sky like a light flicker of a brush.
Not no monsters who leech on the fear.
Not no demon who feeds on the tears.
But stars who can’t wait to show their chest, formation.

Sleeping so soundly, while other cheer so promptly.

Deep breaths.

You are the observer of the sight.
You are the seer of the

The author's comments:

Everone think of Nighttime as where the scary things take place but not the beauty that happens every night. I try to transition from day to night. That's where the title, "Daynight" came from.

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