The Color Purple
The sun has risen bringing the end of
the dark kiss
while painting blood red across the sky
the wheat fields sway in the wind
the bees are landing on the yellow daisies
puppies are tromping around
playing hide and seek
two lovers holding on to each other
love pulsing within his blue eyes
echoing into his body then into hers
her pink lips touch his
and the orange flames of passion flare higher
in all of this my thought is
has nature for got about
the color purple
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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