My dear, my ever fragrant rose
Why wither you in springtime?
In my absence lonely and forlorn.
Bloom.
O rosy friend!
Bloom.
O rosy friend!
Bloom.
O sweet scented one!
Wither not in gloom.
- Khaadim
Thursday, December 10, 2009
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