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The Brave


The bravery that once existed between the world of two places

suddenly became a space of urecognized faces

faces that once belonged to other places 

and the places were once warmed by the glow of the face of the sun

quickly became a friend of the moons.

 

The moon created darkness and cold wherever it roamed 

but the brave became the sun where needed most.

with her head held up and her sword drawn ablaze 

she gave the moon a look to gaze the plan of darkness and cold

with one stroke not of the sword but with the arms of the brave 

she made the moon warm with love.

 

For the brave is rare and sweet the bravery she gave, gave the moon peace to sleep.

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