Blue Trees’ Purple Leaves

Bright purple leaves
fall from quiet blue trees
in a grand dull meadow
riddled with normally sapped bones. 

Then an old man walked upon
the silent static space past dry heaps
and began to pick up
the fallen purple leaves. 

He stood for years
admiring the magnificent hue
pondering if to share their brilliance--
he kept their secret, secret.

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