Purple Blues

Drop your hand in your long forgotten dreams,
listen blindly to that clear sound,
and the mirrors of these warm tears in a late snowfall
will seem white.

Tear apart and melt the February cold,
see the sky breathe deep and blue,
at the break of dawn, it'll rain lucky stars of your dreams.

White strip - a speck of light slips down the stream flow,
fragile and crispy sight feels somewhat blue.
Although the
music of leaves for us has little meaning,
still it brings memories - so many, so few...

Open up your eyes feeling slumbers' ties -
Winter's petals flying through Summer.
Let your painting brush
Touch the canvas, relieve you of thirst.

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