Wild Violet, Found Not By Chance
These, the accepting responses
This, the affirmative nod
To one who feels, fearing greater
Merits not the love of God.
Through that, in its shady cloister
Wild violet's; weak smelt, stemmed.
Heartburst's, not cloud's, sympathetic
Formed from out. Saintly emblemed!
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2022
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