Tears of Purple wash the ground
Growing lavender, healing the wounds
Where the loneliness of loss broods
The years of what was and must no longer continue
The world turning upside down
Strange new atmosphere
A haze of violet awakens the senses
Hope must flourish through
While this space takes some adjusting
It is good to know people who are able to walk alongside you
In the purple world
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