A Birth
Skinny stems burst shades like the sun of old;
gushing love from Beauty’s son–blooming undone;
for what reason do these sweet petals unfold?
I know that I am to blame for this great storm which has come to you.
Skinny stems burst shades like the sun of old;
gushing love from Beauty’s son–blooming undone;
for what reason do these sweet petals unfold?
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