Violet, White

Violet (white):
Let's take a chance on happiness.
(Let us smile for one day more)

We are wishes made on shooting stars,
Feel warm down to the core.
All we can be.
With souls that stretch into the mines
There is so much we can see.

And dreams;
Dream of the blue birds flight.
The flock that passes overhead,
Wings beat silent in the night.

In a night that stretches past all of time,
Past all that was ever known;
With blackness that stretches between the stars
Where the birds have never flown.
The solar flare recedes from here,
Flickering stars remain yet near.
Darkness was here yesterday,
Pretending to swallow up the way.

We exist in the flicker

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