The blue violet its mouth opens <br />As if with hunger desperate <br />In mid-desert pining, pining, pining <br />Or like a wounded soldier as he lies <br />On the blood-soaking earth and from his mouth <br />A tall thin pencil of red comes out: <br />So am I now like the blue violet <br />I lie in desperation hit to ground <br />And wish for the dews of Dawn <br />To quench my thirst.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blue-violet-its-mouth-opens/
