Blue skies bring back the night
The night we had a fight
Don't forget you and I, let's keep sight
Clouds and limbs, trees and winds
Grace gives up her pride and her ghosts inside
It's given that she needed not to or wanted to forget
Take flight, set course for anew dimension
One divided in an endless flare of fates intervention
Life's mystery often isn't whimsical enough for me
For a lost soul that claims to be found
Snow frost phantom ideas
Cursive brows on a pallet of green
Cryptic signs and rare finds
There's too much artistic freedom if that's even right
And not an end in sight
If there's a script to write let it be written
Don't pick away at a poorly penned poem of a hardly known
I'll write a symphony of endless song if only you'd allow
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