Sitting, joyful and drunk
with
follies
On the lap of the gracious sun,
Holding the last rose of the garden
In his mad, fearless hand,
He is plucking the sacred petals
one
by one,
Throwing them on the path of the wind.
Mother will surely close
The door of the garden on him
Forever!
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