Purple and Navy Blue
24/1/12, 13 notes
It’s those grainy photos
As dark sets in
That capture the best moments.
White teeth beam in the
Past-ten summer evening
I can almost smell the hay
From the old barn we’re sat in
And cider brewing nearby.
It’s as the sun goes,
Behind the hill we’re watching,
That pictures turn purple
And navy blue, and
Our smiles turn to stars.
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