being purple is the color of a sunset when it's midway through setting on a long day.
color of hope and sorrow,
red and blue joined in a harmonious mixture of love and sadness.
lavender spreading light like its flowered counterpart, giving pleasant smells to the fragrant day
dark purple giving a different mixture among all the plain tears of the world
purple placed last at the end of the rainbow
bested by the indigo next to it and the red at the start of a new one, laying out its foundation of unique color and landscapes
starting anew and leaving its imprint on the world.
purple won't stay forever in the sundown.
it'll turn orange, down to dark blue, fading to black and stars where all the color of the universe blanks out until a brand new day gets its opportunity to start again.
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The Darkened World - Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is just a poetry collection of stuff that I've written over time. I'll add to it whenever I feel like it, but it involves a lot of my innermost thoughts on the world.
