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Swelling Love For Purple

By Edvelyn Lee


Purple is my favourite colour

It resonated with me the moment I laid my eyes on it 


Whilst colouring the picture books, 

it was just a pretty violet 

the same violet in the rainbows after a storm 


Whilst choosing my mechanical pencil, 

it was in due time I knew what this indigo symbolises

loyalty & royalty 

a reflection of who I wanted to embody


Whilst coming of age to present, 

it was also the attaching strings and stings of bruises 

a haunting gut feeling of growth 


Whilst crafting the vision board, 

it is the gentle hue and efflorescing lilac

the same kind of effervescence of spring in seasons of a book 


Perhaps I knew I loved purple

in all beauty it can be, 

building me, a budding wisteria  

blooming memories, a blossoming lavender


By Edvelyn Lee


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