| "Vermillion Delight". | |
| The silvery mists rise from a velvet night | |
| bringing a hint of color to a sky | |
| of folds and frills and turns of clouds that lie | |
| upon the water, gently kissed by light. | |
| The red and purple hues that mill around | |
| within the wide arms of the cool lake's cove | |
| and mingle with the violet and mauve | |
| will, once the sun's first seeking ray is found, | |
| burst into fire. Vermillion fills the skies | |
| and crimson flecks the hanging water's veil | |
| for just a moment, til the day will pale | |
| these colors to nothing as the sun will rise | |
| and warm the mists to vapor hid from sight | |
| but maybe left a moment of delight. | |
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