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Looking across the purple plain Swallowing scents of violets They fill my soul, lift my brain My grandfather’s smile takes my hand Leading me into an unknown land Fear drips away like poison from a vein I can breathe in the future possibilities He is showing me. I can live again Mistakes are like a pointed stick You can’t escape as they **** and ***** You tell yourself that school is out Hard to relearn a new life skill Fighting against the smothering doubt But my grandfather is my steadfast critic My moral compass, my super heroic His calming tone speaks quiet and clear Don’t dwell on the past, its gone and done The future awaits, so be brave, don’t fear He died on a Tuesday, the sky was a heavy grey My tears never dried, so it rains each day But I can still smell the purple of the violets, His garden was filled with the delicate blooms Times spent talking, watching golden dusted sunsets And if I could choose the scent of heaven and floral plume Then it will be clouds of purple and a violet perfume
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Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
Violet Scented Horizons
Looking across the purple plain Swallowing scents of violets They fill my soul, lift my brain My grandfather’s smile takes my hand Leading me into an unknown land Fear drips away like poison from a vein I can breathe in the future possibilities He is showing me. I can live again Mistakes are like a pointed stick You can’t escape as they **** and ***** You tell yourself that school is out Hard to relearn a new life skill Fighting against the smothering doubt But my grandfather is my steadfast critic My moral compass, my super heroic His calming tone speaks quiet and clear Don’t dwell on the past, its gone and done The future awaits, so be brave, don’t fear He died on a Tuesday, the sky was a heavy grey My tears never dried, so it rains each day But I can still smell the purple of the violets, His garden was filled with the delicate blooms Times spent talking, watching golden dusted sunsets And if I could choose the scent of heaven and floral plume Then it will be clouds of purple and a violet perfume
ukrose
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Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
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