Auburn skies surrounded
by a coil of blue,
a fire burning for only who?
Left of wind, right of desire.
Holding a truth to be told
only makes him a lier.
Gazing into her eyes
he sees a world once visited,
gathering his thoughts, sighs...
About a blossom
coated in beauty, covered in bliss.
Serenading the air
with a beautiful chorus
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