Would this be the force to bring me down? Earthquakes phase not this southern-sunward body; Tidal wave After wave of sorrows have not so violently harmed the flesh of so young A flower.
And yes it is no more fault than Opus Or Octave, though without any eight cresting most recent waves, That while April springs new life mine should end Full of daisies.
So here is the undertow of my life Choice made easy by my sea’s demand: my death first Sacrifice for pollen.
Like a follower of sunsets into impossible horizons Struggle against their depths and be surprised; find it Worth the thorns.
Drag myself from the oceans dripping As a waterlily, but alive
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