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The wall has purple flowers
Your strange purple beauty must not change.
It is hard to imagine change that could make you fade away.
I find you going on a wall.
You look like the fruit of grapes that have bloomed open.
I fear that you grow in a strange and unique place of danger.
I see that you grow among the ferns and the wall creepers.
The ferns and the wall creepers have made a green blanket to cover you and the wall.
Yet, your beauty stretches out like grapes that are hanging.
You shine brightly under the sunlight.
Your name is unknown to me.
I shall fill my imagination of grapes when I think of you.
Copyright© Shamela 13 / June / 2012.