Purple Passion and Peace
A grain of sun at sunset,
and a drop of rain met~
without having any eyes,
they exchanged glances
with their hearts
as well as having no lips,
they swapped kisses
with their ideas~
having no arms,
they morphed into
a single drop
of violet love,
a love so pure and spotless
that the stud cosmos
found it impossible
to comprehend...
Perhaps this is why words deal on,
unexpected meanings.
when two souls would rather be alone~
must remain pure for fear of
messing up themselves
using useless words
willing to love one another
In the gold of stillness...
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