don't be afflicted by the flowing petal
it's also being, this way to cease to be
you'll still see roses, curled up in ashes
dead in your garden, untouched, free
i put my perfume into my thorns even
far away, the wind still speaks of me
and in losing myself i am remembered
i am endless by means of shedding leaves
(tentative translation of Quarto Motivo da Rosa, by brazilian poetess Cecilia Meireles)
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