She goes off
By the cool, passing rivulet,
A corner to cordon off my anguish.
I get on the promenade,
pain lingering .
The path brews acceptance.
Innocently, the plant shimmering
With violet flowers, waves,
inadvertently, I plucked one violet:
thoughts submerged, threw it off.
Tomorrow’s straight,
resplendent
beams miss. Bees are for
dismay.
Placid violet, not turning,
merges
with the mainstream. I look on.
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