Violet

Updated: Nov 3, 2024

The aurora of the setting sun

Vibrates with the ♠♠♠♠♠♠ of

A wallowing French horn

As it attacks the solemn song of the wind

Tranquilly brushing through the trees.

All that wilts was once green.

All that fades was once seen.

I wish that I could say what I mean.

October 8th, 2024

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