Violets slowly fade,
Your eyes of shining jade,
You touch upon a tired soul,
You dance with me
Under a shadow-like wall.
When you talk to me,
My petals unveil
The darknest moods
That in my heart prevail.
When you are silent,
Violets fade again,
And they slowly slide into
A long path of falling rain.
Violets fade
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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