Violin Violet
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In the very depths of the woods, in shaded areas near a wet bed,
Hiding in fear from the cruel world, sweet violet lifts her head.
Pure, shy and blue as the morning skies in her dewy innocence
she reminds us of the baby's eyes.
Lucky he is in finding her a feel of love.
So look, search in the heart of the woods til you find this flower so blue. The message of her faithfulness will come into you.
Hiding in fear from the cruel world, sweet violet lifts her head.
Pure, shy and blue as the morning skies in her dewy innocence
she reminds us of the baby's eyes.
Lucky he is in finding her a feel of love.
So look, search in the heart of the woods til you find this flower so blue. The message of her faithfulness will come into you.
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about a glow of a baby flower growing that seems to glow like the eyes of god.
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Poetry.com 4.4 out of 5 based on 7 votes.
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So many neat thoughts here and I was reading I was imagining a new born baby opening his or her big beautiful eyes for the first time, the second time, the third time and each time being amazed at what they are seeing. They dont see the ugliness of the world or the bitterness that some have. They are just amazed at sight! this is POPETY and it made me think and smile! well done Ms Shelly! BRAVO!!!! 50,000 stars to you!
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Excellent poem; beautifully and eloquently written. Lovely poem.
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I love the story line, very well written! Good job!
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indeed love in motion hope you get a chance and read mines to you
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I think its amazing. The words you used fit so well. I loved it!
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can be better
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good poem
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