Rhyme Violet
What word corresponds with the color in terminal sounds?
Violet is what
Makes the end of hues
The last of the cut.
It’s so close to blues.
Violet, in me,
Brings about the deep
For me to just see.
It’s the hue of sleep.
The darkness is a
Happy pall. it takes
Suffering away.
It’s what bleakness makes.
Though dark, almost black,
Violet retains
Pow’r that does not lack.
This color remains.
In purple, the hue
Is nearest to it.
The flower made new,
It is color’s wit.
Violet’s use in
Dyes has made it pop.
The depth of its skin
Could never just stop.
I enjoy the last
Color that Newton
Noted. in the past
It was the new one.
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