In the moon's delicate gleam, a story unfurls,
Of lavender tints, and insider facts untold.
Upon fingertips, a story is turned,
In shades of purple, an excursion started.
Each stroke a murmur, a quiet melody,
Of solidarity and beauty, where dreams should be.
With each brush, a world spreads out,
In shining shades, as valuable pearls.
A dance of varieties, in nightfall's hug,
An impression of excellence, a holy space.
Where hearts find comfort, in conceals divine,
In the creativity of nails, a second to sparkle.
Through giggling and tears, in minutes significant,
The purple clean, an image significant.
Of boldness and trust, in preliminaries we face,
A sign of beauty, in each hug.
So let your nails talk, in conceals so strong,
Of stories unwritten, yet to be told.
For in each stroke, a piece of you,
A demonstration of solidarity, in all you seek after.
In the embroidery of life, each nail a string,
Restricting us together, as we track.
Through valleys low, and mountains high,
In purple clean, our spirits fly.
So wear it glad, this shade so dear,
An image of all that you hold close.
In each shade, in each whirl,
Your purple nail clean, your interesting world.
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