As i wish upon the sky'
all the heavens start to cry
with the morn of dew long gone
till' dead of night they sing this song
All through twilight sounds there fret
gold and scarlet they have met.
As the moon it shows her face
The orb runs from her deaths embrace.
And as the light begins to fail
I have almost bid my tale.
The sadest story ever told
The suns single raindrop of Gold.
Author notes
hope you like it
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this was a fine quatrain I enjoyed alot thank you



