Red is the color of tangible sanity
Blue authenticates the fall trees
Loathing hides like an evening poet
Golden moon above your diadem
Wild flowers like purple angels
Tears cleanse the western mountains
Evening reflects of the purloin stone
White shimmering meditation
Have I entered your heart with words?
Can we return the seed of wonder?
I am here waiting by the mountains
You are there by the opal sea
I hear breathing like an extinct planet
Torso of leaves amidst the panic
My arms are extensions of mercy
We can walk together like ancient rings
Come home my searching blonde
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