Purple
The colors of love,
Are intense, inert.
Like a music obscured,
Dismantled, Dispersed.
A stimulating surge,
Like dimensions convert.
Billions poetries,
The wind carries,
With lighting speed
Like a cloud of dirt.
Copyright © Shahid S. | Year Posted 2017
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