How Brief And Cruel One's Life And Death Can Be #2

How brief and cruel one's life and death can be
O, rosebud blooming from the Mother's breast
Have fallen this two eyes of mine to thee
O rose, whose roots have found way to my chest
Thine essence hath ensnared mine dreams at night
Thus let I, my heart pierced be by thy thorns
And tried to grasp the pain with all my might;
For I desired to see thy scent each morn
But Fate, is known to be of such a knave
One night, thou, Rose, were grasped in other's clutch
Alack! The revelations cut like glaive
Thou, Rose, art near but never mine to touch.

(ALAS!)

How brief and cruel love's life and death can be!
How brief and cruel hope's life and death can be!




Still looking for #1 somewhere,

-@erdions-

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