Purple Rain


Tears fell from the sky,

Torrents of purple rain,

A world in mourning. 

A voice silenced,

A voice once unafraid,

Original,

Virtuosic,

Iconic. 

Genius. 

Music that spoke to a generation,

A wildness,

A coming of age. 

I have no doubt,

A royal reception awaits,

As his little red Corvette pulls through 

Heaven’s gates. 


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