To go from mineral to living color
From pebble to leafy petal flesh
Is it not an epoch's journey
To just show up one day
The rush of wind embracing
The miracle of your face
Waiting for your name to arrive
In no one's forest garden
After so much melting and groaning
Passing in and out of terrible fires
And silent centuries of ice
To bloom for a couple of hours
A mountain dissolved in your scent
Your secret promise kept
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