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Wednesday, November 17, 2010

My friend, goodnight

On the horizon of the dusk there is such beauty,
like an artist's palette mixed just perfectly.

The sky becomes the canvas of the Master,
and then, beyond the sky, there is the sea.

The rolling ocean glistens and it shimmers,
like a father's eyes cast on his newborn one.

It roars, and rolls, and swells, and sprays and whispers.
And then beyond the sea, there is the sun.

It sinks down across the sky in silent beauty,
as it slowly disappears from sight,

Peacefully welcoming the darkness,
as it whispers to the day, "My friend, goodnight".

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