Purple Poem

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A poem I wrote a while ago, descibing the many emotions of the royal color of Purple.

Submitted: February 01, 2008

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Purple
 
Purple is a deep feeling,
Unmistakably strong,
But no one can tell
What the feeling is
Or who is feeling it.
 
Purple smells like a
Vanilla cake baking,
Being baked by a touching lady that
Loves and who cares for
The little girl of the fairy village,
About her.
 
Purple sounds like the crickets
Cricking in the evening on the
Rocky shore of Still Creek,
The soft dim sunlight casting
A light shadow upon the beings
In the mushroom circle
 
Purple feels like the soft
Fleece blanket of my little brother's
Belonging, that he wraps around himself
And lets his angel eyelids drop slowly,
Lets his breath steady
And he is calm
And asleep
 
Purple means that peace
Can come to the world
And soon everybody
Can know of the ultimate beauty that we are enclosed in, covered head to toe in.
We breathe it, we feel it,
And all should appreciate,
But sadly, understanding is scarce.
 
Purple is the long flowing dress
And the flower for Lily, the
Soon-to-be princess of the
Moss Grove, high in the treetops
Who sleeps peacefully in the cushioned beds
Made of soft moss with no sticks or other misfortune
 
Purple feels like the icy water
That runs through my fingers
As I scoop it out of the creek,
Like a never-ending cycle, if only I had
The everlasting energy to hold the water
For all
Eternity.
 
Purple is the color of
Unity,
Love,
Peace
And happiness.
Respect should be symbolized in the
Rich
Darkness
Of Purple


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