This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UCSC chapter.
All hail my violet skiesÂ
Well deserved, barren only of strainÂ
The dandelions flow free thereÂ
Choke-less, no longer in vainÂ
Breathe in the shameless lilac groveÂ
The night time’s last repriseÂ
Now that I’ve spent a moment here
In my violet skiesÂ