The Thrilling Beyond
Purple mists
and dawn wake up call,
red rooster.
Keen bluebirds
whistle and call for gold sun-
songs of the thrill days.
Fading dreams
waft in fading mist
so lovely.
Scents adrift
along green sidewalks of life
beyond plum shadows.
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