POEM STARTER

'The sun dipped down underneath my feet, the moon tipping over my head.'

Include this imagery in a descriptive poem about twilight.

Sleeping City

The world looked different from up here, It was quiet and the city looked asleep. Twinkling lights shined in the distance as a delicate breeze brushed against my skin. This was it. I wasn’t scared or anxious, I was relaxed and calm. All my worries and hurt had flew far away into the night sky. As my eyes flickered down again, I saw street lamps flutter from beneath. With one last deep breath, I took my first step to a new beginning.
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