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*The Orchid Within an old book in my library An Orchid dried and pressed I see Without color and fragrance a mystery Romantic notions overwhelming me Who made this volume an orchid’s tomb? Forever hidden in a dark room Perhaps a ladies hand from a long past year A memento of her handsome lover so dear Was it given at a meeting with hearts that soar? Or a last goodbye as he went to war Or as they kissed in heavens light Sharing their love in the blue of night Are they still together him and her? Holding hands at this very hour Or are they passed no longer here? Love dried and withered like this orchid flower*
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
The Orchid
*The Orchid Within an old book in my library An Orchid dried and pressed I see Without color and fragrance a mystery Romantic notions overwhelming me Who made this volume an orchid’s tomb? Forever hidden in a dark room Perhaps a ladies hand from a long past year A memento of her handsome lover so dear Was it given at a meeting with hearts that soar? Or a last goodbye as he went to war Or as they kissed in heavens light Sharing their love in the blue of night Are they still together him and her? Holding hands at this very hour Or are they passed no longer here? Love dried and withered like this orchid flower*
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jude-kyrie
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
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