Awaiting the Revolution!
Night, stifling
Weighed heavy
On your bosom
Desire to save
Gave way to a
Sigh that escaped
Your soul and
Disappeared into
The void, in the
Heart of which
Was cradled creation!
Red sun, waited
In the wings, asking
Permission for an entry
"It would be too early,"
Said the night and
Turned side in
Deep slumber!
The dawn waited
For its arrival!
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