12 April, 2015

Violets- Day 12

Can we not all be Rain?
Can we not wash each other
and dance so there is peace?

Bombs we stick to our ribs
blow all to pieces and
hearts remain beating, leftover.

The violets are purple.
They are shocking.
The Violets are purple bombs.

I will wash myself completely
if there is no way to detonate and
there is always the ability to dance.

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