PURPLE CARNIVAL

On a clear Autumn evening, the sky is a splash of feeble purple, a hybrid of Lavender laced with Heather. It's a garden of blooms in the sky with streaks of Fuchsia and Mulberry, a medley of regalia. That's how my favorite person is.

A pale Violet, the vintage elegance of a timeless sundress as she twirls away to heart's content without a care in the world. Plum is the zing of the freshness a wine ushers in on a barbeque evening. The seasonal blueberry ice cream bars with drizzles of Lilac are the cool respite I look forward to and find in her company.

Byzantine is a powerful stance as she holds her audience captive. An incandescent Mauve is soothing with her tone and forthcoming promises. A lustrous Amethyst wise beyond her years, dazzles us. Periwinkle is a whisper of her charming heart's desire. Iris although dainty, exudes confidence rooted and balanced.

Cornflower and Orchid blend in an encrusted tiara woven to mark a gorgeous splendor .

Wisteria is an enigma yet speaks to my soul , is in sync with my heartbeat and a cosmic serenade we had promised each other. All the moods and hues of purple are a sacred, positive aura radiating sapphire dust.

A purple jamboree humming and waltzing into the deepest Indigo of a moonlit night.

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