Midnight Purple is not so deep—
Not here in the city, at least;
Not with the light from the front door, the street,
The deciduous tree line where it meets—
It hazes in a dusky hue,
The kind they might describe to you
As twilight—the normal cloudy blue
Has given o’er to midnight true!
Midnight Purple,
I miss the stars.
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