Tommorow


The past is deep with crimson fire's hue.
Of ruby tinted rays of joy, is one
more modest, one more quiet, odd and blue.
Obtained it was from all the nasty tongues.

Repeat, not ever, those cruel words of yours;
Remove that long hatred from within,
Observe tomorrow's glowing amber cheers,
Which marks the unity for coming years.

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