'Of Lilac & Debris'

Between Three Hundred
Times Seven - between what was;
Our Lifetimes lay still..

Like Lilac, our Songs:
The Yesterdays, Todays and
Tomorrows - blooms pure;

White are the petals:
Certain for taint or color;
To rustle like leaves..

But before - Grandeur:
We met in a sea of names
As stars would collide..

Between Three Hundred
Times Seven - our Future waits:
Almost a lifetime..

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For You, 'Mie.