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Purple dreams
She meditates upon the queen of gems
Attuned to it's vibrations
Focussed, aware, wrapped up in trance,
Captured by its feel, it's form, it's colour.
She takes it up and peers inside,
Her third eye opening gently,
She floats away in waves of purple dreams.
This poem was written as part of the "purple" Colours Projects I undertook. View the project in the Colours Gallery.
White
White
The colour of innocence
the unpainted canvas
The colour of fear,
the ghosts which haunt
The colour of new beginnings
The purity which only comes from passing through the fire.
This poem was written to be part of the "White" Colours Projects. However the project evolved and took on a life of its own.
