We are waiting for the Sharon's Roses. The roses
Are already withering in June. Opportune
Deed, we await the flowers? The hours
Are going to the High-noon. The moon
Wouldn't be setting and cling to the Peak. Leaking
The dim light, the moon shines on the world. In dream-world
Are Some People, are resisting the dawn. The dawn
Is coming, blooming will be the Sharon's Roses. The Roses.
-Tengre
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