Of Withering Violet Leaves

The birth of violet leaves
Loss of embittered winter
Its steps can be heard

The birth of violet leaves
Loss of embittered winter
Its steps can be heard

The birth of violet leaves
Loss of embittered winter
Its steps can be heard

I'm not sure
I understand only a little
I can hardly see
But it seems to me
That its singing has the color
Of damp violets
Of violence
Yellow at home
In the earth