A burning red,
A frozen blue,
When both ends meets,
they make violet, so beautiful.
A symbol of trust,
And a taste of love.
N.I
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Dead Poets
Poetry"Poets are among the damned, cursed to commiserate over their loss, to reach with outstretched hands-" -Lang Leav
Violet;
A burning red,
A frozen blue,
When both ends meets,
they make violet, so beautiful.
A symbol of trust,
And a taste of love.
N.I
