Ashy red with flecks of grey,
Into the dark sky do stray.
Ghostly trees find a shape,
Losing the good night's drape.
Lights in the village yon,
Still glitter though it's dawn.
On the hill, down the way,
Fleeing dreams float and sway.
On the horizon there is light,
Colours merge, what a sight.
Birds come, specks in the sky,
Out goes the night with a sigh...
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