Last Ray's

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Day 62 366@40

Beams shine down, The setting Sun,
A magical time, Has now begun.
Even the drab, Can become bright,
Under a very, Most amazng light.

Camera to hand,You look around,
Find for yourself,Light has found.
Even the wierd, Can look right,
Under the last, Rays of light.

Eyes do see, The reflections made,
As sun leaves, Light does fade.
Even the dark, Can become white,
Under these beams, before the night.

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