Past misery washed away in a tear drop,
Bathed away on a soft pure handkerchief of white linen,'
Fell into tender arms governed by dark eyes,
Encased behind sweet dark poetry from depths of sweetest mind,
Find myself on a cloud reaching seventh heaven,
Within an orchestral symphony,
In violet haze with love embellished on her shell!

By ladylivvi1

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