Pure grace
sits with each shy flower
she sings a song to light the sky
the violet crown opens wide
and all the love for deep inside
is with you.
The quiet times
low to the ground
are where the petals softly seek
to find some Ones
and lift their hearts
higher than they feel within
but true to all who see
their beauty in the green
whose weeping tears are not unseen
but are rising now to form light mist
for all those missing being kissed.
I live with the violets.
Always did and ever will.
They call to me,
they help me grieve
what I know and do perceive
for violet paths are lined with hearts.
for violet paths are lined with hearts.
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