She was a flower with a graceful soul
Filled with passion and dreams…
A SENSITIVE PLANT in a garden grew, | |
And the young winds fed it with silver dew, | |
And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light, | |
And closed them beneath the kisses of night. | |
And the spring arose on the garden fair, | 5 |
Like the spirit of love felt everywhere; | |
And each flower and herb on earth’s dark breast | |
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest. |
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