Some rights reserved - Andreea Chidu
Violet Afternoons
By: Grace McNamara
The sun, the trees,
Where were we?
Where were we supposed to be?
Not there I'm sure
But there we were
Sipping violet,
a day, a blur
In days like this
It's her I found
My beating heart
a love like sound
I'd met myself
for the first time
I'd felt ecstatic, mature, divine!
As days went by
so did I
With the sun I set
and with the wind I'd cry
Who knew so soon
I'd change my tune
I'd come to cringe
At
Violet
Afternoons