on beds of fragrant sights
through charms of sourest deeds
it rains away all spring
all when my heart bleeds
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i know not who i'll be
or what i really am
an immemorial soul
in nimbler storms which swam
among the crowd of flowers
so sickeningly sweet
would lie the boldest aphids
upon the roses feed
my feathers trod on winds
challenge His modest grace
through marching fleet of life
in virgin shadows laid
with semblance of a calm
in grooves of wilderness
in arms of ecstasy
which life stands to confess
but how shall these two feet
embark a lonely trip
perhaps find love so still
as dew on roses' lip
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in faintest of moonlights
on dewy grasses seen
inscribed upon my palm
is meaning of my being.