like a flower (terza rima)
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like a flower (terza rima)
your love sings like a flower; soulful sound
rebounds throughout the universe full voice
and serenades me from your hollow mound.
because, of all the flowers, you made choice
of cactus blossom, once a century
I am that thorn, I weep blood and rejoice
that life-times will not take your love from me;
I wait through desert days, store all my might
until my buds burst forth triumphantly
to woo you with my perfume in the night.
recalled to life, we’ll tumble to the ground
and claim the universe as lover’s right.
your love sings like a flower, soulful sound
and serenades me from your hollow mound.
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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA