The colors of autumn
Where are they now?
Desaturated and lost in the waves of sight
Pass the forest and come to the purple door,
Three knocks to come forth,
To the stoney garden of the lady with jars
Lost in pensive thoughts, spilled out in tender rains, into the caldron of the cosmos
Cast a bond towards jove…. impart the love of a mother
As purple sage burns the diminishment of pain, and what remains,
Purple ash is scattered from the hands of a mother
Saturating the earth, to spring forth a cathedral of amethyst trees
Halloween spell for : Gina@Singledust
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