Meet me over grapes in a glass
At a bistro set in a periwinkle sidewalk
Under a lavender twilight
Where heliotropes scent the air
We'll watch people pass
Put violets in our hair
Hold hands across the table
And hum Deep Purple in our hearts
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Lorna (
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Beautiful words , Lorna 🙂🙂
Thanks YR
Nicely understated romance; purple magic, Lorna?
I'm on holiday end of week I will have to do a count in the new year now.....
Have a ball Dave! Happy holidays to you....
Good write Lorna.
Thank you kind sirrah....
Lavender is my favourite flower
And grapes the fav fruit
What a lovely write
I fell in love with purple again
Thanks a lot dear Lorna for crafting this beautiful poetry
The colours became jewels
Awww you're so encouraging SOS.... have a glass on me!
Deep purple now you're talking at the periwinkle bistro their songs lilting on the breeze, perfect. Great poem loving the colour pallett hope at some point they will be infused into a rainbow. ☺
Thanks WH.... periwinkle sidewalk is a bit of a stretch but then who cares.... I'd go there! ha....
A beautiful colour and a beautiful poem.
Here's to purple in your heart Rozina.....
My Dear Lorna,
“Purple”…
This is a color that brings back two great memories for me…one of my great grandfather and the other of Lucille Ball stomping those 🍇…such great memories…
Thank you for sharing your wonderful poem. 🍷🍷
Laura🌻
P.S.-I posted Lucy’s pic in my gallery if you want to take a peek.
I'll go look! Was great grandfather stomping grapes too?
Yes, he did! Unfortunately, I don’t have a picture of him stomping grapes. Farmers hired him to do that. Allegedly, he was an expert doing that. 😃
What a great story Laura....
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