Your absence has stripped the joy I take refuge
under a weeping willow
You will not see my tears
The earth will pick from among its members
And at the dawn of the flowers will grow there
Passion Flower In the hearts blood
ebony
And purple petals
For love was fleeting
And died at dawn
Do remember that remains
beads ruddy
Remains of a mortal pain ...
©
Jojhoelle Grondin
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