I've sit in ruins of a soilless land
with closed eyes and curved neck
ancient book's pages of fate
appear in my mind and be torn
the caravan of dead rose's smell...
that died in the earth before...
comes from the gates of east
dedicates me the night's cold breeze of earth
and goes to nothing from the west
no cry in the silence of this ruins
I am a homeless to find another rose
how much I break the grey stars by feets ?
to find another rose
to be a present for my torn fate
however faded
however fetid
but a rose
but a rose

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