The violet

Hid within a misty dew, in shadowy nook,
resides the purple wings in quiet reserve.
Its timid ways nodding on flighty breeze
while crimson cheek leans towards whispering spring.
With fragrance sweet, life is perfect again.



Poetry by Kiran
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Written on 2007-04-13 at 17:25

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RedAquarius
Short but sweetly poignant, strong imagery within as well.
2007-04-13


salem
beautiful text
as always
thanx
2007-04-13