there are
pieces
of dreams
cast in amethyst

that gleam
scattered across
the jasmine sky

and they ring
with love-wind gusts
in the key of bliss
and beholding -

there are flowers
that open in time
to the drum beats

of armies
of subdued
ghosts -

there are clouds
over emerald
pastures
sewn

with pearls
formed
in hurt
of the erased.

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