Way (Lyrical Nonfiction)

            Colors, bright and beautiful, rising with the day. A moon, refusing to give way; yet it can't stay. A contrast not lost, hidden from me, for I see. I see a night ending, day rising to break darkness, to shift cycles. I See the passing of a season, slowly, yet there's passing happening; colors, bright and beautiful, rising with the day. A moon, refusing to give way; yet it can't stay. Looking in gratitude for a beginning, a new way. 

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