Why hasn't it dawned today?
Air in my yard is husk grey,
Windows are wide open,
But bees are far away,
Hasn't it dawned yet,
Roses wilted from yesterday,
Have I lost my sunshine?
Has perfumes lost their way?
•A Tale of Lady in Bath•
Living Tale of Blossoms A drop of blood dangles from within the pierced heart of the lover, youthful, with heart adolescent that fancied love of the rich and dazzling beauty appealing, but avaricious, of the modest earnings of the obliging prince at heart, who enticed in the blindness of Love unyielding, toiled in pain, and sweated labor, to offer a token of love "A Pair of Rosy White Rabbits" which she acclaims, but refuses love, and he toils harder, to earn her A Pair of Pink Slippers, her avarice euphuistic, she wears them with pride, her ostentatious sentiments, tiring the young heart, yet effervescent with love, he offers A Pair of Earrings, The enchantress of his heart, conceits the new gift, of much significance to the young man's toils, but announces her imperious refusal! Alas! He stabs his stiffened, but throbbing heart with a knife burnished, to b...
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