marked snow path scattered with the rising ground
the night myth
setting sun captures the rose clouds
grey rolling they regret their passage into dusk
take back the twilight sky spilling it's purple belly
on the face of the snow
I'll take care of it until you return
the saddest song
companion birds soar in dual hopes
sheltered in the armored branches of swaying pines
turned into a dark garden paradise
the last licking translucent rays of sundown
I'll keep it for you until you return
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