Purple Poem by Brooke Audino

Purple is flowers
Purple is royalty
Purple is for longing
Purple is my saddened tears
Purple smells like grapes in the middle of April
Purple tastes like wine on a Sunday morning
Purple sounds like a hippo in the wilderness making his calls of pain
Purple looks like a little child gripping onto her sister's hand
Purple feels like baby smooth skin
Purple makes me feel sadness
Purple is a reminder of Jordan