Etching on paper
Signed and numbered on the front.
'The Journey of Violets’
In winter’s last days, the migration of violets are beautiful.
On grey midday’s of Winter,
When violets are moved in small wooden boxes
– their mobile homes –
With their roots, leaves, grafts and soil,
Saved from cold shadows and wrapped in Spring’s satin scent;
A thousand laments spring from my chest and flow down my cheeks:
I wish humans could take their home too
– roots, leaves, grafts and soil –
Where ever they move,
Away from cold winds,
And into bright sunlight.
Mohammad Reza Shafiei Kadkani.