Purple Flower
Look at the purple leaves
Its mauve elegance
It basks unabashedly in the sun
And soaks tenderly in the drops offered
In a green forest of tendrils and shrubs
It smiles in its violet glory
It looks like no other in the garden
Yet it attracts much love
Through its three pronged branches
It shimmers in confidence
Its flowers
While the rest try to outgrow the other the violet vixen moves comfortably
its childishly pink flowers like wealth defined
ah to be a purple flower is easy
and yet confusing
Stupendous poem Anjali, Loved reading the poem <3
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