The Violet

With invisible fingertips you clutched at the thread of light you grew you pulled yourself out from the wintry pit of the soil: against all the lids against all the chains. You sprouted your tender stems you sprouted your broad green leaves you budded you sprouted your fresh violet flowers: you blossomed, laughing, facing the world. The world, whatever it was, whatever it is: you added beauty to it. To the depths of my lungs now I breathe your delicate scent your color is woven, your scent is woven into the body of my moments. O violet! Violet! Only remain stay! on the earth of my planet only remain: with invisible fingertips beautiful strong...