Beneath the purple clouds you and I
Danced on tender feet,
Thrusting departing sleep
Aside
We would catch the breeze in
Dawn's thinning light
Scattering beneath each step
Dew fresh scents, offerings to the breaking day.
Littered paths have lead away from mulberry days
Casting us upon foreign shores,
Yet in the chorus of a dawn
There whispers yet
Laughter once celebrating
Nothing more than simple joy
Now a disparate benevolence
Given on this morn.
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