Silent dreams and a sea of fireflies,
tread beneath the aubergine skies,
Silhouette cast from elder trees
they shroud the charcoal streams,
Saffron cuts into the hills abreast
like ignited tides of passioned crime,
Showering paths with glee, and hope
and rays of possibility that's the dawn.


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