The red rose and its petals
Failing my poetry
With the sprinkles of dew drops.
The girl solitary and broken-hearted,
Tears fallen from her eyes and the eyelashes splashed with
Failing my poetry.
The hues in wild flowers seen and observed
Failing me,
O, you call me not a poet!
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