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Stone streets are damp with dreams of old
A white horse walks through petals cold
Your armor glints with drops like tears
Yet I don’t ask of roads or years
For every rider holds inside
A letter they’ve refused to guide
Pear blossoms bloom along the way
Signed by the rain sealed by the spray
If storms should greet the miles ahead
Let flowers soothe the dust you tread
Let curtains fall on clamorous days
And courage bloom in gentle ways
When last drops slip from steed to ground
Twilight waves its flag profound
And you will know in fading light
The road is where you bring the bright
