Pansy
Pansy
Soul-stricken, by the violet of the pansy by the wayside
Just a single purple petal
… uncontainable
Silken and majestic, royal velvet magnanimity
Shimmering in sunlight, with what glorious, secret potency
Alive…!
She is alive, and all in motion
The scintillating purple hues hide galaxies of molecules
Which labor, never ceasing,
keep her stretching, keep her breathing
And she vibrates
It all vibrates, with a silent, humble energy
Vitality, vivacity, and unconcerned audacity
What wonders!
How Beauty makes her nest
in little corners of existence.
How even when it withers
There is something here
I know it's there
That’s infinite

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