Shy Violet

· Creativity

And there she sits, a walled flower, hoping no one will notice, but praying they do.
What is it like, Shy Violet? What is the night like through your eyes?

You take it all in, yet nothing comes out. Your senses – ever aroused yet never satisfied.
What is it like, Shy Violet? What is the night like through your eyes?

The darkness… the stillness… the solace…

You peer into me, and I into you. You grimace and look away, then look once again.
What am I like, Shy Violet? What am I like through your eyes?

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