Jacaranda lavender,
Beauty bound for change,
Buried on the path
Dead to lasting fame.
A marquee for a play
The seasons left to be,
Impossible to follow
The actor's empathy.
Small steps to catch a view
Velvet curtains barely drawn,
The prologue to the scene
Dampened by the dawn.
Taken in the night,
Winds for her applause,
The prophecy of dew
Clinging to a cause.
An hour of return
Twice along the way,
Pantomime as purpose - -
A pageant on display.
Cast upon a sword
A tragedy to bear,
Seen within her flower,
The mourning palms of prayer.
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