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I could be waiting for you in your garden,

Like a beautiful lily-white rose.

I could let you warm me in the frost,

For me to envelope you in the odor, for all things to happen.

I could at least feel the mood,

Dropping my petals in the likelihood

Of sadness. All unsaid

Was spearing, with the thorns, my head

And memory.

I could show all my tenderness,

Dancing with the wind under the sunlight.

When you have all the roots torn, only you are concerned.

You’re allowed to be beside, but you might

Be destroyed.