My Favorite Color is Soul- Mate

Our souls frolicked, in the fields of the first shades of purple,

the thousands of years seemingly flew,

nothing short of the whisper of a butterfly’s wing,

to the thundering pulse of the hummingbird’s fleeting flight.

We grew old together,

before we grew up,

before we were born.

We hid sunrises in window sills,

sacred stories sewn in the beams.

Every morning became a dream,

every night lasted forever and a century.

You became my favorite color,

in the star-studded sky and cloud-filled day,

I find you in a new shade: soul-mate.

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