Plush grass grows
Under the shimmering sun,
Rising high into the azure sky,
Painted in shades of
Lovely, dusky purples,
Epitomizing serenity.
Pale strands of mist
Raise up
All around the grassy stalks,
Innocuously flowing about.
Reluctantly, it seems, the Purple Prairie sinks
Into
Empty night.
Some great words here: azure, dusky, innocuously. Lovely.
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