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Ephemeral

of sweet things such as these
which light up the darkest night
drift like smoke through the trees �
as the angels rise and take flight �
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the colours of Aurora�s dance �
can light up the midnight skies �
even as the new stars advance �
the orb grows wings and flies �
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I walk beneath vanilla clouds �
on these empty streets it seems �
it would be that memory shrouds �
the shadows of these dreams �
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your whispers are silent as silk �
pull me from the cold expanse �
even as the moon splashes her milk �
you spare me a second glance �
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in the shade of lush green mountains �
where there rolls a mysterious fog �
diamond tears spill from fountains �
make unspoken words prologue �
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torn bits of shade emerge from the mist �
and they ring out like a soliloquy �
on pages where hope has been kissed �
I would swim in the deep blue sea