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I know the hour of darkness have heud your emptiness. Windless and starless skies Have made your tearless cries, Ponderous sighs to yelling whisper Heavy breaths and the unheard prayer. After the ruins Words became rubble stones and rains, Pieces of dreams and promises Vanished to specks of dust and ashes. You thought through the vehemence The bright side of that ruins, Nothing but numbing hearts and hopelessness. Thought all is well but dead and drown But I know deep down, Your mending your downhearted As well as the dread. After the ruins The rose-pink and pastel oranges Blending to fawn, Disappearing your dark-blue dawn. The winds start whooshing Into your ears and tuneful's ringing Melodiously with gentle amber light Rises a calming bright, A new beginning and silver lining Emerges the sun made for your healing. The nighttime has made all the ruins, Making you a crestfallen. But the dawn will give you a ray of sunshine, And will put you on top of the cloud nine.
