Lilac turns to violet, cascading over the drowsy sun.
It's quiet, and the birds have returned.
The tall, trembling trees rise in murmur against the draft,
The trickling of a stream resounds.
It's quiet.
A flicker. It's far, far away.
Another. Then another, and blazes ride unkempt.
Now the sky is maroon, and the vale is red.
You turn.
There's still lilac behind the ridges.
You must keep your stride.
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