The Night Hangs

The night still hangs on the twilight
when the first rays of the sun begins
as if the night is a gigantic tree
on which the myriad of stars do glow

and this night is only one of many
but then the sun incinerates the darkness
that the sky is immaculate blue over us
when it brings new hope, beauty and joy.

by Gert Strydom

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