THEREOF THE FLOWER

I walk away to the far east,
away from the green and the sea,
I walk trough the golden sands,
there in no man's land.

Cold and heat were alternating.
Nights and days I was running.
It leaded my one question, it straining...
shades of torture inside of me were burning...

I saw the flower of my subsistence,
the sacred spring of my love.
She made me feel out of  my insistence,
I feld weak, and thereof I raised above...

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