Day

Came morning
Hung on threads of gold,
That lingered until noon.
Then midday
Touched the marigold
Caressing the bee's croon.
As dusk
With placid purple hues
Hung the shades of day,
Calm night
Heard the moon whisper
Good night to the milky way.

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