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The Favourite Colour.

Updated: Jul 17

By Tanvi Vijay Yande


Purple, my favourite colour 

it’s imperial and noval

It can be a little dusky

which adds to its mystery 


It can be faded 

like the fog in a gloomy morning 

Purple, it’s my favourite colour 

Even the moon know i alike nothing more


But ‘I like black’ says him

He admires black, a colour i never thought be fond of


Black, the colour the night wears

the colour which makes the stars shine greater

the colour which his eyes shimmer 

has made my heart flutter


Black, my favourite colour 

suddenly noticing the purple sky grow faint blacki smile remembering him, wondering 

does he smile when he sees purple?


By Tanvi Vijay Yande




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