Five
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




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