Like a flower you were so beautiful
That a garden was made just for you
Such a fool am I
I should

Snowdrops manifested like a prayer.

A holy white multitude
in first communion
with blank,

I am the gardener and I am the flower.
For this prisoner it's dark day and night
in the world's

hedge afire
with a thousand blossoms
summer's last rain

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my grave
has no flower nor vanity
but where life burst to bloom
with bee
sit thee

Just like the Sunflower
The rays from her skin
pierces my eyes

Her smell is exactly
as

The melodic whispers
of the chilly breeze
rupture the seed soiled
to sprout to bloom
totally