Ah! but now a soft kiss of water
let us away to the sun
the eyes of my petals Awake!
When by our solitary window we await
the sweet hope of air. …
yet tender is the touch of its breath
and smile. …and still more perhaps
as flowers for bees; Ah! but
to dream before we whither
and our days have come to end.
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