Rose-fingered dawn, lay your warm cloth upon me.
Awaken them, deep down the cold billowy sea.
Helios, you shall rise and run over the land;
may your slow movement turn us all back to sand
Now unveil fallow pastures and rivers of gold;
dieing trees soon to be covered in greenish mold
Will this last long enough for me to walk away
and will anyone ever remember that day?
Endless fields unfurl before my eyes;
as a burning sunset slowly dies
Realms of life start falling out of sight;
seas of stars unfold through the night
Across the meadow, now turned to grey,
alone the pallid moonlights lay.
Wanly disclosing the rippling wheat
lying in quickly vanishing heat.
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