RoseAnn V. Shawiak Purple Poems

Purple mists, hazing my sight, gelling inside, delicately protecting innate whisperings of genius.
Relaxing in an atmosphere of antiquity, perfecting rhythms
of life to exacting measurement.
Attacking circular methods of circumstance with hesitant efforts and mystical romance.
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Romantic and cheeky, lilting in a solemn tune of desire,
allowing people to feel love growing within their hearts,
unsteadily yet firmly.
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