I over turned a grasshopper's den
and kicked up a dust storm.
He’d painted his walls
an even deeper violet
than the tingle of my sneeze.
Yet, it was still brighter
before my fretting foot
had showed amethyst to the sun.
The grasshopper turned,
offered me a brush,
and asked me to choose
a colour.
-
Purple.








) good luck in the contest with this beautiful write 

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