A defeated looking woman
with storm clouds in her eyes
wandered about the streets yesterday
asking people if they had seen her can of purple paint.
A lost can of purple paint
drifted around in sad sort of way
asking strangers if they had seen a woman with a paintbrush.
I think they found each other
because the sky is purple today.
Thank you for reading, leave a comment so I know what you think!
I really liked this one. π
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Thank you! π
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This is so beautiful
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thank you π
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I love a purple sky.
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Theyβre so beautiful. Thanks for reading!
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You’re welcome π
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My sky was some amalgam of grey and steel blue. Not as pretty, but it’s its own thing
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This is a lovely poem. I really love purple skies as well. There’s something really special about them :))
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thank you! π
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