EDGE 2
In the twilight zone of the world stronger
colours are subdued and fall
away like rose petals, sacrificed.
In this place of fallen colours a spectral
world of shadows long
and hideous live and move and die as grey and
black strive
to rule absolute, eternally.
Seen from space this eventide twilight is a
moving ring
on our world bringing dusk, falling night.
Hours later she repeats herself as dawn is
reborn, a virgin day
of new shallow colours slowly coming to
strength with the daylight.
An endless cycle of death of life, of night
and day, circular ways
of the sky, the sun and the moon and our
planet.
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