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the red dawn scribbled on the day
with angry slashes, she bled
her hurt could not be denied

my cold dappled soul saw her and wept
darkness grin inside
her grief, his pleasure

I would choose today to serve her
inside my silent reverie
my quiet whispers of hope held up the sun

in the twilight hours I prayed
for the graceful lady
so solemn in her duty
who paints the skies blue to match her mood

inside my sacred silence I giive thanks
for the things I take for granted
the sun rose and smiled
I smile back with true joy within myself

Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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