Every evening, i look out of my window,
i see this red tragic sky.
Lost as it seems to be, the hopes of people within fears,
the last minutes of light before darkness.
Sometimes when it rains during that time,
and the clouds turn into streaks of crimson tears.
Look out and let out a long sigh.
And enjoy its peaceful melancholy.
For that dull line between right and wrong,
has never been harder to spot.
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