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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




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