.v i o l e t.
bruised and battered,
and blossoming into a
twisted purple.
crowned with
splendours
of Byzantine violet
and fading lilac.
a pair of luminescent eyes
scans my soul
for all the flaws that
define humanity.
i see approval
in their depths.
the descent is c o m p l e t e.
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Poetry|| I'm a thousand colours-- but still, I'm waging a war against b l a c k and w h i t e || ______________ p r i s m s © Aneet, September 2015 lowercase intended
