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Red in the morning, skies ablaze,  

Whispers of storms in the hush of haze.  

The world holds its breath, unsure, unsaid,  

While dreams dissolve in shades of red.  

A blush that burns before the day,  

Foreshadowing all that won’t go our way.  

But even warnings wear a crown—  

For crimson light still tumbles down.