The sun goes down
The sky turns purple
The sky turns orange
The chill rises
The day closes
The memories
The cherished moments of the day
The regrets
The fears
The pain of the thoughts
The sun rises again
A fresh day
The slate is clean
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Philip Dodson 
“the slate is clean” I love this poem
Thanks 🙏