As a body of rose becomes my ghost of fragrant petals for my loving host as the attar weeps of wilted thorns genuflecting to your pure of heart For my blue eyes on trellis adorned of love spawning the crystal dew for a moment in time in the mist like soft satin's mist airborne With many things of love to be seen before the winter's solstice brings frost on the wintergreen as the winds
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