Burn.

Remember the purple sky,

Freckled with fanciful constellations?

Some insipid,

Merely into existence.

Rest shimmered,

Ebbing the drabness of the day.

A haze of lavender cloud,

Piercing the fabrics that fray.

 

Remember the sombre grey,

That set the shooting stars aquiver ?

Invisible, adequate,

Until it dragged the sky lower.

 

Impervious to the carnage above,

My thoughts, they burn,

Silently into smoke.

My spirits, they wander,

Through this endless night,

Once more.

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