As our feet tumps with the promise of tomorrow,
The water rises amidst the calm storm,
Here we awaits for the future that holds,
A thousand dream and a thousand hope,
The vast expand of the Crimson sky ever so breathtaking,
Homogeneously, to beat our hearts,
The tomorrow that seems far off reach,
The heart that longs for the beauty of the breeze and fallen leaves,
Faith continues ever so strongly,
For tomorrow,
Is a magnificent painting of the fools of love,
Beneath the abyss of our hearts.
-FH
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