The siege of the flower
Was
Also the martyrdom of the flower:
Under the blows it
Withered, first
Then a petal fell
Then another petal
And another
And another
Till without petals
Stood the bending flower
Then it stalk withered
Withered
Gasping:
‘Heavens immense forgive'
Then
Fell sudden to the soil
The martyred flower.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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