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Adsaige's Sagesse

                        What is the way of grief? Do the blossom wilt in my hand

                                                            and remind me of my own mortality?

                                                            Or do they

                                                            sway me,                                                                                                                

                                                            each petal stretching for the shores of Heaven.  

 

 

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                                                                                 I spend the nights as a wilting flower with  

                                                                                 a single white blossom bowing 

                                                                                 under God's whisper. Where is the thunder

                                                                                 trembling through me?