Colour

Purplish, twilight coloured

Vespertinian

Your Lululemon jacket, purple

Emerging from the Dublin crowd

Underneath blue-purple cloudless skies

With smiling face

In purplish cocoon of meeting you

Lovely late-evening Dublin skies

When I am not quite sure

If the light has left yet or not

And all that is left is purple

half night, half something else

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