Night - Rhyme

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In a quaint town,

The excitement settles down.

As the sun sinks slowly-

into the horizon, solely.

The warm colours,

Of the sunset's culture.

The light turns to dark,

As people return from work.

The moon rises,

White cheese as its disguise.

Stars sparkle brilliantly,

The sounds of chirping crickets in symphony.

Signaling the comforting silence,

Ignoring the insects' defiance.

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