Flaming cornet of the orange bloom,
Come my prince…have you come soon?
The winds are yet to leave May’s bosom
And the cackle of the infant blossom.
So stretch and stretch your majestic hand,
To hold the flames of the withering noon
And the times of the gray sands,
As they cover your gentlest passions,
So be not timid; be all you can stand
And you shall have your kingly lands.
1.38am - picture source: https://za.pinterest.com/pin/347058715006837352/ The darkness slowly falls 'til all you’re left with is the glowing trees, even the wav...
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