Periwinkle Princess - Poem by Blaine Strong
O how she shined in the night
So violaceous and shimmering
Represented as a small snow crystal
Downcast, afraid to reach out for anything
She grabs a microphone and wails infantly
Suffering along with other scores of dispirited people.
Alone at night she begs mercy of her peers
Pushing her to self immolation concerned of youths strong arm.
You didn't have to leave so soon, but Junes burn melted you away far too early.
I too am trapped in discernment, today I'll be your voice.
O periwinkle princess if ne'er anyone else
I'll remember you
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