Aurora

Arise morning sun, light her beauty
From the skin of her body, creation of immortality is born.
Wind will blow her hair as well as the trees.
and the spring will gloom

While her arms wake all the birds
Hands can almost touch the clouds,
She grows from Nature itself

When the furthest East begin to draw
The colours from Aurora's body"
Let the first sunshine find her face and shine
This reflected light
Will open the blind's eyes
And we will see the beauty in dark times.

Yesterday, life was so vain,
World's heart was hollow

Her Beauty can't be forgiven
will forever remain
deep in all the souls
The last second of emptyness
is now gone.

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This painting was made for a contest at cgart.com.br, the theme was The Last Second,

several ours in photoshop CS/2, i hope you enjoy it!