Thou wast a strange autumn rose that,
by withering brought Winter’s wind
Having heard the song that called thee home;
Thou escaped confining cage and flew…
Gone to a secret world, through transformation
What use was thy crown of petals?
What use was thy beauty?
When it was thine to become the Sun!
ROTMS
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