Betrayal

The lonely night calls out

but none can hear her cries.

Try as she might her doubts

turn all her truths to lies.

See beyond the purple cliffs

we respond with fitful fits

flitting like bees to nest.

She belongs where she admits

she sang her song, and myth acquits

committing peace to rest…

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