The End Of Innocence

Deep basic black, in joy he soared

Sleek violet sheen

Most mornings we met the dawn

 

Now every day he will be gone

What did it mean?

Nothing of import to the bored

 

He misjudged, only one time

Wind or speed

Nature can be unforgiving

 

So an end to this living

Finality without heed

At dawn he will no longer shine

 

This friend of mine

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