Under The Purple Skies

Fan spinning as a helicopter with much wind

Fingers grip the cellphone ready for another one again

Simple literalistic pleasures that gravitate each and every measure

Instantaneous magnetism becomes the ism unshakable

Thy give what is relatable to the reader of the ever

Figure out the title and why of this peace shall ye be clever

So the never really gets demoted as a term

Wrap the mind around that jewel and let it shine as a perm

Twisted sticks remain lit as magickal hours rise

Wonderful nights in the purple eyes


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