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For the Bite Size Poetry Contest. |
| Sunset is beautiful when watched from behind the trees, As if the sun is peeping out -it seems. At sunset we experience the end of the glory of the sun, The sun now goes to sleep with a lot of fun. Then the new moon arrives with a silver sheen, Like a lady clad in a silver dress it preens before the mirror of sky, The moon though borrows its light from the sun, Like a sliver of hope it shines in the darkness of night. 8 lines |