Soft Child
The amber barn
Stands silhouette
Soft moonlight
Hanging low
Where misty sounds
Of Summer's grace
Twine a sound of gold
I trek the paths
Of freedom rein
in moonlight
Color glow
And find the river
a daring edge
To leap
Unbeknownst
I drown
Sweet passion
Magenta blue
Where opal fire retrace
In burning memories
Of long ago
Soft child
Of emerald grace
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