sailor's warning

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sailor's warning

 

 

in the morning, red skies ablaze,  

whispers of storms in wisps of haze;

world in bated breath, unsure, unsaid,  

while dreams dissolve in shades of dread.  

 

a blush that burns before the day,  

foreshadowing all that won’t go our way;

but even warnings wear a crown—  

for crimson light still tumbles down.

 

 

 

 

 

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