deep purple falls out in the distance
purple haze is the sky
my lover gone she left me
she never told me why
she flew away without reason
out to the deep purple sky
she left me sad and lonely
I don't know how fly
deep purple rain is falling
I'm not going cry
sometimes love don't last forever
I'm going to learn to fly
I'll fly away without reason
out to the deep purple sky
Out there in distance
Out where the
Lonely lovers hide
there is not much else to do
with the deep purple blues
when
purple haze is the sky
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Author:
willyweed (
Offline) - Published: January 8th, 2017 00:56
- Category: Love
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Beautiful! -- phoenix
Thank You Sweet P
Nice one Willy
Willy rear's Rusty' back tips his hat and shouts out at the moon. thank you Michael.
Cartoon cowboy muses are like that.. woah...I just spit tobacco juice in ol' faithful
Jake my dog's eye. Well he really is a coyote who's eaten way to much peyote.
I got to go...... feed the dog.
If at first you don't succeed in love, fly, fly again...:) Very sad but nice poem WW.
an old one I been pre occupied with other stuff.
I will fly again later. ww
Wonderfully written and expressed
willy send's Jake over with note for Tony
meet me @ the Saloon at noon I want to thank you. ww
Welcome
Beautifully written but sad poem. Love it! Christina
Willy gallops up, on young Rusty then jumps down into the
mud, embarrassed now he won\'t say how, he give Christina a hug!
You own that purple sky willy, just soar,
Willy sits by fire with sweet thought's under the starry desert sky.Old Jake lays with Willy forever by Willy side.
He says thank you to Project being for being. Then willy wrote 'cross sky" Yes I agree it not only me we must all learn to fly"
You in the deep purple doo doo cowboy. Nice.
Willy sends old Jake to fetch St. Luke ( willy's dog now in spirit)
Come quick St. Luke you have meet this guy an other "saint"
Augustus see's now where the purple doo doo comes from
it's heaven sent.
There is always great imagery in your poems, and this is no exception. Absolute perfection!
Willy moseys over to the campfire with a bit of chew in his hand. Daniel my brother
this bit is for you, Thank you for the kind words happy trail for you! ww
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