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PURPLE CARNIVAL

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SANGEETHA KAMATH


On a clear Autumn evening, I'm a whole lot differently in love with the splash of feeble purple on the dusking skies, a hybrid of Lavender laced with Heather. 

It's a garden of blooms with streaks of Fuchsia and Mulberry, a medley of regalia.

A pale Violet is the the vintage elegance of my timeless sundress as I twirl away to my heart's content, the cares of the world jettisoning away on the puffs of dandelions. 

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 with a side of Grape sorbet !

Byzantine is a powerful stance as I hold my audience captive. 

An incandescent Mauve is soothing with a tone and forthcoming promises. 

A lustrous Amethyst Rose Quartz dangling on my bracelet is the crystal of my choice dazzling my Crown Chakra. 

Periwinkle is a whisper of a charming desire of the heart.

Iris, although dainty, exudes confidence rooted and balanced. 

Cornflower and Orchid blended in an encrusted tiara marks 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 sacred, an aura radiating Sapphire dust.

A purple jamboree is in my stride , humming and waltzing into the groove of a silvery moonlit night of the deepest Indigo empyrean.


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  1. J Lenni DornerMarch 6, 2026 at 1:55 PM

    I would pick orange, and perhaps some light brown, for myself. The end of autumn in the forests of Pennsylvania.
    I'm dropping by to wave hello. 🙋‍♂️
    "Old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read." — Athenaeus


    J (he/him 👨🏽 or 🧑🏽 they/them) @JLenniDorner ~ Speculative Fiction & Reference Author and Co-host of the April Blogging #AtoZChallenge international blog hop

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    1. Sanguine AllegoryMarch 6, 2026 at 11:18 PM

      Hello J Lenni Dorner 🙋🏻‍♀️
      So grateful that you read my blog hop 🙏🏻💜

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