Like a twilight sky falling to ground,
like violet cups of perfect round.
You bloom with your sisters and brothers.
Clinging on the ivy, which is your mother.
Your petals so tender in the evening air,
you work with the others in perfect pairs.
Draped in flowers of purple and white,
in the night , sparkling was starlight.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 7:52 PM UTC
Like a twilight sky falling to ground,
like violet cups of perfect round.
You bloom with your sisters and brothers.
Clinging on the ivy, which is your mother.
Your petals so tender in the evening air,
you work with the others in perfect pairs.
Draped in flowers of purple and white,
in the night , sparkling was starlight.