Purple mountains. Orange-red
Vast, the hues of desert's sighs.
Nature rains monsoons to ease the pain.
Simple then, the letting go.
The peaks reach up in cold,
White heat demands the best that you can be.
Touching close, eternity is yours.
The vows of man are meaningless
when lived within sun's searing kiss.
Your bliss has been awakened,
live it true.
Observing nature's rituals.
Earth steepling in magical devotion.
The mists become alive again in you.
There is no reason to atone.
Not now, while you can move and roam.
Purple mountains, orange-red
Sweet sleep amid the lullabies
of life that dreams itself alive
? Michaelette ?
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