When the world is asleep but the sky is still awake, it turns into god's canvas.
Colors bloom and erupt, painted by a master's hand, they reach as far as our eyes can see.
Sometimes they are sad, covered with clouds and drip tears.
Sometimes they are happy with blended pinks and orange.
Sometimes they are angry, dark with booming voices and violent cracks through the sky.
But each one a work of art, each one with a place in this world.
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