Purple
Majestic, the sensation of
an exquisite mountain summit,
still,
serene,
magical.
Sparkly eyeshadow,
glittering
like a million twinkle lights
on a rehearsal stage.
Home,
the bursting love
rolled
on the walls
of my childhood bedroom.
Children giggling,
babies laughing, full-bellied
jovial,
innocent,
contagious.
Brave, yet soulful
powerful, yet loving.
A passionate grace.
It
knows no boundaries.
A tenderness,
like a heavenly angel,
keeping watch,
safe,
secure.
Purple loves all things.
Feels every emotion,
in
the pit of the soul.
It is where I live,
the colored-glasses
of
viewing the world.
by J.R. Bonfanti
rundanceclimb 
Looked up and saw purple in the sky at the rising of a new day and thought of this poem.
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Thank you…it is my favorite color in which to view the world.
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