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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