Purple is the color of the summer rain,
It’s the source of my great pain.
Purple is the smell of the humid sky,
It’s the tent of darkness beneath my eyes.
Purple is the touch of golden grapes,
My heart’s wilted gloomy shape.
Purple is the death of a sunny day,
Purple is a burden upon the sun’s rays.
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