VIOLA
(By: Karla Wagener
on January 26, 2020, for my great niece Violette)
Bloom,
little flower bloom!
Throw your
sweet perfume
Up into the
air.
Bloom,
Life nonetheless,
Lived without
a care.
Yet, in my
garden,
Unperceived,
you are there!
Bloom,
bloom coming forth in beauty,
Miraculously
manifesting
Joys of life,
Of some
existence
That goes
beyond all comprehension!
To be felt.
To be
smelt, and heard,
On a dreary
Sunday afternoon.
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