I walked out of work into a beautiful evening with a wonderful sky. I wonder how such things are formed, though it scarcely matters. Odd as it was, it was equally wonderful. "X" marks the spot of something. I wonder if everyone saw and noticed the sky as they wandered home after a long day.
Lights twinkle on as daylight fades
Clouds with mysterious light
glow as they catch daylight's last look
Let the first line be the prompt--what is your poem?
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Lights twinkle as daylight fades. Shadows intermingle, flicker and flame, weaken to nothing.
A leaf, a smooth sigh, flits from breeze to breeze, only to land and never be retrieved. The price paid for twinkle is daylight's fade and yet the toll at moments seems worth its weight.
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