Love is only a flower
it is not the truth
it’s not even the real
you won’t find those two
loitering in some garden
they’re actually out there
making things happen
not here and gone
in a few damp days
then lying down with the dead
who go on sleeping
behind the acacias
one flower always dying
inside another the way
they do it love is
only a flower but
wisdom is the fruit.
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