Two were the colours quiet and soothe,
White was simple and purple was cute,
Met each other in their early youth.
Purple was bella donna with the royal charm,
White being the lad of nature so calm,
Decided both to hold each other's arm,
Unknown of the destiny on their palm.
Over days and nights their love grew strong,
But this delight was like a seasonal song,
Irrespective of the promise to walk along,
Purple departed for all years long.
White was blamed for the reasons unrevealed,
In the heart of purple truth was concealed,
White could not hear the voice of her heart,
This became the reason for their depart.
Among the different colours of different moods,
Two colours are still quiet and soothe,
White awaits for her beloved purple so cute,
Whom he met in his early youth.
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