1st: My purple sky
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I pictured color purple,
as a symbol of our union.
By the touch of sweetness and mystery,
that's how i perceived the bond we conquered beautifully.
You were a sky to my whole being,
like the skies surrounded me wherever I am fleeing.
Now, my whole being just like the sky,
it looks empty as I sigh.
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Letters to the purple sky (poems)
Poetryseries of melancholic unsaid thoughts that encapsulate the feelings that run through the mind of a lovelorn storyteller. the brain is a large place; which keeps what we think put together. oh, how lovely it is: if i only had a chance that once i wr...
