Wild-flower in starlit heaven
Unaccepted dullness shine
Wild-flower that perished in all of seven
oh beauty this wild-flower of thine

Often thou picked thy comb
Straightened, untangled these thoughts
We witnessed the echoes from thy dome
Listened to battles that thou fought

And then thy glory they praised
Drunken with radiance, hands were raised
As the conversations were evenly grazed
The wild-flower only beset to be fine

I could not do any less but hate
They ailments we could not quarantine
All nightmares stranded at thy gate
And rays that left thou tattered with time


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