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The sky is a bruise of beautiful violet,
A vast and open sea where stars are born.
She wears the color of the waking heart,
A crimson trail upon the quiet hill.
With delicate hands, she lifts the dry branches,
Asking the moon to bless them with its light,
Turning the barren into something holy,
A silhouette of hope against the night.