Blue can be the fragrance of the dusk,
Golden is the color of the radiant soul.
Smoky images of winding autumn dusk
Promise a new dawn after the last post.
I look for spring across worn door sills,
Falling leaves remind of verdant growth.
Shadows fly past across the dreary way,
Beyond death lies eternal blissful home.
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