Blues in Haiku Purple Passion
I wished for you in purple passion I always get my wish you see A princess dressed in every fashion I wished for you in Purple passion A man so debonair and dashin’ A prince who brimmed with royalty I wished for you in purple passion I always get my wish you see.
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The Night He Died
Ran shackled buildings, mirrored my time worn spirit Hours passed, and birds had flown, and Soon- Dusk... beget nightfall. Crows hid, Inside the pitch of black and cats, roamed cryptic alleys.
As I yielded to life's abandonment, vague were the memories of that somber night. Dripping in perfumed tears, dreary and hollow did the earth embrace me. I cursed the eve of death.
Barren, I lay, crumbled and dour. Dressed in garb's blackness- Every face and stare, went unnoticed, for void were my eyes, streaked with crimson. And far were dismal echoes of communication, as, the sound of death, drowned the crickets stridulation.
A crash of light came.... uninvited but, downcast were my eyes. And yarrow, did not bloom.
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