In my dreams, a hundred years of sleep
from tiny buds to crimson rose
tickled by the hermit bees
as the slumberous brierwood doze
in dawn's twilight glow
sweet as the dew of heaven's caress
of soft leaves pressed
between written words and prayers kept
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