Remember the indigo.
A far cry,
a song sparrow,
a gust of wind,
I wake in the hedge.
The dying sun ,
now face washes
and the evening appears
magnificent painting.
emphasis on distance,
Disk sweet bay
and hill cradle.
Sleepy
part of the new moon,
greets the land feuds.
Absorbed
the jagged slopes
to become a parabola.
Stabbed in the stomach,
bleed air,
filling the sky
purple mood .
angry tone of indigo.
Under the leaves of the maple,
abandonment assists
a leaf from the branch.
Among the current slide ,
slow swing in the air
Movements in fowl,
that gravity does not care.
In the sky flare,
vortices from ascending
that the soil removal,
whisper to the purple.
Escapes from the fate
a fate already written,
engraved on the ground.
In essence, crystal
I lay on the hand.
Delicate fingers run
between its arid veins
fearing to touch
the serrated tips,
lick up strongly
the stalk that resists.
Admired it look
the same shades
purple, angry.
How to lift the trophy,
evening near the fraternal
to compare the beauty.
Keeper of the moment,
conserved between the pages
the incomplete story,
remember the evening,
remember the indigo.
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