Purple Flowers

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As we walk along the pebbled beaches of Baja
Tiny red rocks stain our feet
We rush to the waves
To dip our tiny toes in the receding ocean water
I flash forward to the fourth of July
The warm summer air is crisp with its breeze
Carrying the savory scent of hot dogs and burgers
We twirl as our starry red dressed gently float down
As my dad lights the fireworks they hiss and pop
Only to shortly fade
Then you fade away
And I find myself on a dispassionate bench
As deep elegant purple flowers
Lifelessly lay next to me
Weary faces begin to fill the room
Watery eyes stare at your timeless picture
While my emotions lie next to me
Resting on the flowers
The streaks of purple cloud my vision
And yet I still haven’t cried





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