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She exhales… breath floating to the trees
upon a hill, within the shadow of the light,
where the purple heather greets the breeze.
Trailing the morning mist, all disquiet flees,
chased to the mountains by sunshine bright.
She exhales… breath floating to the trees.
Across the valley, regard the drone of bees
kissing sweet blooms in their maiden flight,
where the purple heather greets the breeze.
On her skin, scent salted from exotic seas,
wafting beyond the feathery vapours white.
She exhales… breath floating to the trees.
From pipes unseen, a merry tune to please
the airy spirits of the fairy folk amid delight,
where the purple heather greets the breeze.
Her tender memories are woven with these,
as she dreams of home this darkened night.
She exhales… breath floating to the trees,
where the purple heather greets the breeze.
