And all shall fade
the flowers of spring
the world and all the sorrows
at the heart of everything
but still it stays
the butterfly sings
and opens purple summer
with a flutter of its wings
the earth will wave with corn
the grey-fly choir will mourn
and mares will neigh
with stallions that they mate
foals they’ve borne
and all shall know the wonder
of purple summer…
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