Solemn HouR

Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf. For when the sword of rebellion is drawn, the sheath should be thrown away.

あなたは近くの山を見ることができない
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Photograph taken and edited by Me.
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