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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