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Hope

I long for the day
when the apricot sunrise
looks at the world
and feels only pleasure
rather than pity.

I await the evening
when the blushing sunset
kisses the world
feeling satisfied
in place of sorrow.

I hope for the night
when the moon
illuminates our souls
the glow melting
her morose melancholy
so she can experience
the true warmth of love.

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