Violets
The violets
are back in bloom.
Blue, black and purple patches
adorn her tender landscape.
Planted by his calloused hands,
the favorite flowers of the violent,
sprout beneath a shower
of tears.
Violets
The violets
are back in bloom.
Blue, black and purple patches
adorn her tender landscape.
Planted by his calloused hands,
the favorite flowers of the violent,
sprout beneath a shower
of tears.
Last edited by Xillus_Xavier; 01-02-2008 at 11:25 PM. Reason: change of title
“Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””
“If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.
I decided to drop "Violence" from the title to make the subject more subtle.