True

The sun sinks low,
The night does rise;
The clouds’ orange show
Now greets my eyes.
Then darker gray
And deeper black
Hold steady sway
Till day falls back.

The day falls back,
The sun does rise;
The clouds are stacked
In gold surprise.
Then clearer blue
And cleaner space
Reflect the true
That’s in your face.

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