Unmerciful flower, blind by its sight
Calling of the geranium, peace and dream
A century flies by the sand and the shadow
Waterfall awoken by the fall and the harp
Healed by delusion, turned into a statue
When reality is confused by the poet and the wizard
It hides the beginning, the secret, and the wink
There stands a drop deeper than the lake
A line worthy of confessed pain
A face changed by sedulous forgetfulness
It dies away in a thunder too late for a cure
Banished woods where my foot has stepped.
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