Forbidden to be touched except by the owner,
Red-petalled flower blooming on that crannied wall,
Allow me to come close; I'm almost a goner...
Grant me a waft ere to the ground your petals fall.
I, too, am just waiting for my call, my last flight.
Like you, I can feel his icy clasp; Not for long
I know Old Winter will come prowling in the night...
The time is now to share your fragrance with the throng;
You have to flaunt God's gift before Death comes along.
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