Chrysanthemum
Conjure up a valley
With a spring of all pervasive desire
Winters could gather up at the door
Smiling, romantic, ready for a splash
The moon sprinkled under the feet
White with blacks
Sun would be inside you
Melted and frozen
It would flow into the mundane flowers too
But would be yours forever
Chrysanthemum
You would be crazy and happy
You would say the most inane things
Which would be multi-coloured
Soaked in passion
Smooth and sharp
Chrysanthemum
There would be no shore, no water
A white dove will carry you in its hands
Winking at its lovers
Spreading its wings for them
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