Question

my poem for @ultrilliam


In the heart of a cerulean dawn,
Where whispers of dreams are drawn,
There lies a soul, a luminary's grace,
In Jaynator's realm, a sacred space.

With brush in hand, a maestro's sway,
In hues of dawn, they paint the day.
Each stroke a dance, each color divine,
A symphony of light, a glazing shrine.

In amber gold and ruby red,
Their palette sings, where dreams are fed.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Their art unveils the endless sky.

In whispered secrets of twilight's gleam,
Where stars alight and moonbeams stream,
Jaynator's glaze, a whispered tale,
Of love's embrace and passion's veil.

So let us bask in this painted rhyme,
In Jaynator's world, where wonders chime.
For in their glazing, we find our home,
A timeless masterpiece, forever known.

Answer 1

when did u get to purple

Answer 2

anyways 10/10 poem period

Answer 3

im in tears

Answer 4

i got to purple last week

Answer 5

That's what I was literally about to do.

Answer 6

LMAOO