When trying not to cower
It's harder than I thought
Should I not be sought
While the fresh dew dries
Heats of a dry gust guise
It's harder than I thought
Should I not be sought
Bird-songs and beauty dimmer
As scandal and silence simmer
It's harder than I thought
Should I not be sought
Off to their own time
Offended if or not a crime
It's harder than I thought
Should I not be sought
Roots up-heaved so haplessly
Above that soiled matchlessly
It's harder than I thought
Should I not be sought
Crumpled petals of purity diminish
Strewn leaves of lies finish
It's harder than I thought
Should I not be sought
The Flower and its stance
Do it not stand a chance?
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