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Violet:
Little bits of blue
Violets are blooming in fields
And in the meadows.
Violets rage
with indigo pulses
beneath the shadows
of your parents' porch;
Spitting purple, but 
soaking the rainbow
from whatever light
granted by the sun.
Violets 
The word tingles me 
Somehow.
I don't know
But it feels weird.
To me
Violets roses are
Definitely more beautiful
Than red ones.
I feel like 
Everything is a metaphor
Including you.
You're violet 
And you're more beautiful
Than the blood running 
In my veins.
But then 
The sky is black at night
And violets
Would be swallowed.
Influenced.
You'd turn into black
Even if it's only for the night.
Metaphors inside my head
Irrelevant, illogical.
I imagined you
Turning into a radiant violet
Rebirthed at dawn
Majestic.
I bring you violets, 
Stalks melt in my hand.
Heart in my throat,
Words tried and planned.
Amethyst petals reflect in
Sapphire eyes,
Purple clouds in violet skies.
A Sapphic natured sapphire desire;
I bring you violets,
Our secrets transpired
Though moonlight and dreams may be
Our starlit route to ecstasy,
A touch holds more than worlds can show,
In planetary light's day-glow;
And soft words said at evening-fall
May hold a captive heart in thrall.
I long to take you all the way,
Somewhere even words can't say;
Somewhere stars won't disappear,
Whether it be far or near-
And timid Violet's in the shade
Will know that they by love were made.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran

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