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Jul 2020
The roses of my garden were a shade of burgundy...
And lo! the blood in my veins too...!

How the burgundy wind sweeps the burgundy curls of my hair...
Oh, it's ethereal!

I write my histories under a burgundy roof...
The same roof that hides me from the wrath of burgundy clouds...!

A burgundy river flows by... Painting a burgundy canvas...!

Is it not that when you are in love, you tend to see your lover everywhere...!
And in my case...

My lover is "Burgundy"...!
~Venandi
Who has laid the rule that your lover has to be a person?
You can indeed be so verily in love with a colour! ❤
Thank u for reading!
Veritia Venandi
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