A Stroll Down the Path

See that tree…sway of the leaf
See my heart…sway of my soul
Purpled girl could you want me…
To walk you down the bright green path
Honored by blossoms of tea
Foolishly pushing out with sweet wrath

Like the path upon we now walk
You take the sweet and wrath to push upon
And prick to draw blood from rock
Till blue and purple, a breathless rise into dawn
Soft and still melody with the four seasons
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But Still…
We still walk, a violin’s aria away
From the rise of a brand new day