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A PLACE OF VIOLETS
In a pocket of sunshine Violets bloom beneath the oak
The earth is fragrant and grounding The spirea have awoke
It is me and birdsong
No one else about the place
Me and purple violets
Sometimes white ones in their place
Many years have gone by But as I search for peace within I return to the place of violets Loving me can make me whole
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I absorb the warmth and sweetness. The stillness of the day I'm in the place of Violets Love holds me in its sway
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