The world awakes to a new dawn

The sun is young

And moon is still

The morning sky makes patterns in the sea

The waves are stoic

The ocean breaths 

As the battle is lost

In the breeze, in the wind, like a whisper of sorts

Roses bloom, full and blue

Beneth the setting sun, the moon

Roses sweep the empty shore

Beneath the looming blackned sky

The End

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