VIOLETS
Violets, violets in the shadows /
let’s tell truth / if you must
violets, violets beneath the gallows /
Upon my hazel stick / I trust
turn three times in the shallow grave /
turn three times in midnight’s way
violets, violets in the shadows /
let’s tell truth /if you must
violets, violets beneath the gallows /
the east wind is not just a gust
the white widow bird calls from the fir tree
seen and heard only by those, who are free.
(This is a part from an ongoing project, a series of short stories)
