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dark flower

Black was the flower I picked up that day. Dark was its colour Among the pale hay. The seasons had passed And the white blossom Had been changed so fast To that dark column. Every life must end, But, when my flower To winter will bend, Lord, keep her colour!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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