Oblivion
A deep lamenting purple
Sprawls out across the skies
Filling the heart, the soul,
The mind with melancholy sighs.
Cherubs soar like little dreams
through everlasting love
Their wings flutter like whispers soft,
To carry them above.
The stars appear as holes
On the darkened curtain of night
Through the holes in the curtain,
Glimmer bits of heaven's divine white light.
Pinkish hues define eternity,
Dizzying brightness tickles the land
My dreams are made of angelic love,
Come along-I offer you my hand.
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