In the kitchen's window
your potted violets are flowering again,
they are feathering with miniature florets
on the luxurious green leaves,
some are the colour of amethyst,
others are bluer in their purple
and others more of a purple-pink,
while some are almost like ink
and like you they are both beautiful and distinct.
© Gert Strydom
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