In a hamlet
Blooms a single violet
That won't be kept a secret
Words spread
Like a bread
Feasting by birds
Nothing's last
In a world so vast
Especially, if you have a stained past
The violets body
Lays in the clay
That no one dares to remember her day
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I would like to translate this poem
'Violet' is a beautiful piece. Want to know more about the violet.