Fingertips of daylilies
pillared in remorse,
dawn's illusive offerings
hold a steady course.
Oracles from priestess-pools
whisper resignation,
contemplated solitude
offers fierce temptation.
Bergamot's sweet, minty smell
lightly scents the air.
Reddish colored sea-roses
offer beauty there.
Illusive woven shrine of love,
sorrowful regret,
I wish you could be mine and so
I shan't forsake you yet.
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