Alstroemeria, Southern-rooted watcher of the skies,
Angel tongues of Peru, with your virgin-blushed annunciation
Or Incan-hued sacrificial fire.
So much like the moon tongues of all rivers in first frost or first harvest.
Like first love, first death is the truest form,
And blooms in scorn of all its many-mirrored rivers to come.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
Alstroemeria, Southern-rooted watcher of the skies,
Angel tongues of Peru, with your virgin-blushed annunciation
Or Incan-hued sacrificial fire.
So much like the moon tongues of all rivers in first frost or first harvest.
Like first love, first death is the truest form,
And blooms in scorn of all its many-mirrored rivers to come.
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