Vindya Pon Poems

Purple like a tulip in a spring field. Swaying calmly with the wind, under a violet sky, beckoning you to come closer, and closer. A Mauve Basket coming closer and closer.

Then a hand picks the plum flower, covering the tulip with warmth, and whispering it's secrets to it.
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I am from our little sandbox
From swing sets and slides.
I am from lightning bugs
Glowing the dim sky.
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It fills the world
and the empty souls
of people in the streets.
smiles, laughter, happiness
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