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the prophecy.

upon the cherry tree,
amongst the burning wood,
a white flower birthed,
amidst the warring birds.

it falls into the fire,
growth within the flames,
blackened leaves shield white petals
from screaming crows and swans.

when the clock strikes twelve,
and soot has coated skin,
two doves arise from ashes,
pale feathers dark and bleak.

yet then they find each other,
after rain has cleansed them free,
and the cherry tree has died,
the flower blooming, between.

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