picture courtesy of Google
Like lilacs spread across the bright sky.
Your beauty captivates me
Like needles to my heart when I cry.
Your roads, they wind to the curves of the earth
Of hopes and dreams coming far too soon.
Of visions rising and falling. Birth.
Birth of the stars, sun and moon.
Hearts breaking and hearts beating
to a quiet desolate song
The absence of sound repeating
on roads unfrequented, long.
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