Purple is
a bunch of grapes on a vine,
a tulip in the garden,
sun setting over the ocean.
Purple sounds like
grape juice being poured into a glass,
a gentle lullaby,
waves crashing at sunset.
Purple taste like
wine over a candlelit dinner,
Kool-Aid in my cup,
jelly on my toast.
Purple feels like
deep love from a spouse,
soothing song being played,
the sky before a storm.
Purple can soothe the soul.

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