A lone girl walks forth ,
her hair pink as the mellow soft sakura which blooms in spring, recoils in pain and hesitantly stands,
anger and sorrowful tears springing from her eyes.
Reaching her limit and about to lose hope ,
she outstretches her hand to the sky ,
and calls forth a single beam of light which splits the dull and ash-filled sky in two.
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Author:
Halcyon (
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