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Purple luxury
The true dawn of dreams
that lingers like twilight’s kiss.
Luxury’s revels
draped in a regal cloak’s hush.
Crowned with velvet robes
of night’s elegant embrace,
with a mind and soul
brushed in amethyst’s true grace.
A whispered silence
that softens nature’s mystique—
the sweet wine of life
savored at twilight’s last glow.
A solitude hymn
composed for an empress’s smile,
like a meadow’s grin
filling an ocean’s wide sigh.
Copyright ©
Maclawrence Famuyiwa
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