NikiAlex Zander (california)
The morning starts with OurAncient Sun shining bright.
GoldBright for the end of a very cool Winters Night.
The ground is covered, it looks like 'Rolling Purple Seas',
Its not the frozen water, its the flowering Jacaranda Trees.
What O' Wind will You bring Me today?
A PleasureBoat, to go out on this 'Purple Sea'?
What O' Wind will You blow yon way?
Across 'Pruple Seas', where My Lover waits for Me.
Whistle Your Wind, though the 'Weeping Willows' tonite,
Sing Your Song, on this quiet Lovers Night.
Sing Your 'Wicked Song' with~out a moments fright,
Blow Us across Gods Purple Seas,
till We see,
Tomorow Mornings Light..
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