Smile glimpses His lips.
Twists in the moist air.
Glancing tinge of His wrist.
Setting the light just, right, there.
Piercing through the void.
Calling out a name.
Could merriment around His fingers.
Never twice the same.
Water colored grace sears the sky.
Sunshine face basks the halo of twilight.
Flamed mountains cast off the day.
Sky-formed story as He tucks us goodnight.
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