People are kind.
They bring me orchids.
I have honey for breakfast.
The days consist of twirling clocks -
Ormolu, Dresden, Sèvres.
Honeydew melon, orchids, orchids, orchids…
Winter will bring chrysanthemums,
And the same twirling clocks…
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