53 (i know that the flower)


I KNOW THAT the flower one day shall blossom crowning my thorns.

I know my sorrow shall spread its red rose-leaves opening its

heart to the sun.

The breeze of the south for which the sky kept watch for weary

days and nights shall suddenly make my heart quiver.

My love shall bloom in a moment; my shame shall be no more when

the flower is ripe for offering.

And with the end of the night, at the touch of my friend it will

drop at his feet and spend its last petal in joy.

 

 

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