Tomorrow
By JB rho
Radiant moonbeams race through Dusk’s dull oranges and browns eager to touch Earth’s accepting skin to cool her down Midnight blue engulfs the senses as evening rolls into plain view Moon gently pushing down the sun “It’s my turn,” she says Stars furtively, flirtatiously wink allowing gazer a look into heaven to ponder what the Sun may bring when she returns. Written March 3rd, 2002 © on Mar 03 2002 01:20 AM PST 0 • 10
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