Whirling silently
In the cave
Of our being
Within us,
For it is
Deeply rooted
An introduction
With warning a
Mocking of
Body
Soul
And
Mind
Favors patience
And blossoms
As slow as the
The red rose
Not shy of time
It comes into
The existence
Of it's own
Life
Apprehended
By the fangs of
Our strength
It faces it's
Death
Temporarily
For sure
It is
Weakness
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