Midnight
I sit outside at night, I see the stars.Its dark beauty overwhelms me sometimes.
For it is better than any ring or priceless heirloom.
It is not a material of this world but one of many.
I live for the darkest blues and the different shades of black that swirl.
Maybe I see the tint of the deepest purple
But each night is different, no night is ever the same.
From, what I see as I sit out each night just the same.
That if their isn't a night then their will be no day.
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