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Blue Steps

Down the blue steps:
the sunny afternoon,
smell of fallen leaves,
warming the pale and sickly skin.

Down the blue steps:
laughter in the distance,
joy of a lingering summer
reflected on the river surface.

Down the blue steps:
fresh, clean autumn air,
warm walls of the city,
like an embrace.

Down the blue steps:
oh, how I wish
I could go
down the blue steps.

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