yearning for the dawn;
Cold and forgotten walking scars,
drained by decay,
wasted by time,
stretch out,
hungered and blurred,
to a spark ignited,
climbing,
rising from the ground;
From the last depths,
rays of hope entwine in the sky,
kissing the hills,
breathing new life
and wonders layered in light.
Naked with joy, a new day, a new world is born.
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