The rose once grew
and fell in love
with the morning rays
of the glorious sun.
Waiting through the whole night
she danced in joy
when the morning
gave birth to the dawn.
Mildest and the sweetest are the first rays.
Rose kissed the first rays
and wished to plunge deep
into the mild light
of the rays she so loved.
When the evening came,
the sun broke into colors unimaginable
on the horizon
to vanish in the sea.
The rose cried.
Fell into depressive sadness.
The new dawn will come.
Live in expecting hope.
Wait for the new birth of the dawn
with all its wonderful
rays of light.
Wait for the dawn.
Do not weep.
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