Mountain tops rain down with butterflies

Sparkling like scattered memories

Falling out of the clouds


Blood orange skies

Dissolve like teardrops upon the eyelids

Of the old and frail

The snow coated and pale


Angels stare down from the bridge

Upon the moonlit port side

Dancing upon the cities rustic spine

Fluttering around the trams like fireflies

All through the night

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