Purple Passions - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Purple passions, crimson sin,
Yellow daisies witnessing
Their secret fall from grace.
Ribbons of pink float on air
Beneath blue skies so soft and fair,
Time stands still in youthful lust
A touch, a caress, all lost in dust
Of time and space.
Yet in this place
There is a sweet embrace
Remembered still, of
Two lovers on a hill,
Reflected in her smile.
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