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A soft calming breeze rustled the soft leaves. The early dawn was still in its nurture, dark grayish clouds remained the sight of shadow dancing across the rosy sky, like an innocent blush on the newly wedded bride's cheeks.

A calm wind was swirling around, spreading the words of a new beginning, a new dawn. Hushed silence surrounds them, not a single sound can be heard, as all lay between the oasis of their dreams and deserts of their nightmares, each one living their fate, swirling to the tunes of lines in their hands, for the waves had already sailed to the shore and the winds had already floated and all that remained was the result that future beholds.

As the rosy color of the dawning sky slowly moved away, the chirping and whistling of the birds could be heard, all lively and happy to the world it seemed, for all we know it wasn't the tune of happiness, merely it was the tune of misery, heartache and pain lost in this universe of disbelief and fake, we settle upon the beauty of f