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SANGEETHA KAMATH

For October, also a month of Domestic Violence Awareness 💜





Dusk rolls out on the lavender fields, 

The sky ribboned with heather, mauve and colours of berries

A shimmering violet cradle for diamond dust sprinkles

Tear-drop petals of lupine and periwinkles 

Carpet the path of Tuscan vineyards, 

The quietude in the iris swathed valley paused as sangria flutes tinkle

The sweeping gossamer trails of my lilac gown; a wreath of fragile orchids as my crown 

Purple has many memories, the welts too in my heart buried deep down.

Pic Courtesy: Pixabay

©️ Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu

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  1. AnonymousOctober 12, 2022 at 11:39 PM

    Aha! That's what I felt after reading your words. The picture you painted...master strokes. Each line brought a dreamy scene right before my eyes. "Purple has many memories, the welts too in my heart buried deep down." Cherry on the lovely cake...err..poem. :) Just loved it!

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