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I am Beauty’s Faithful Slave

  I am beauty’s faithful slave. When my mother gave me life From the clouds the fairy of song flew down to my cradle  And with a kiss that burned hot like a tropical sun Touched my lips and little child’s forehead.  My forehead burns forever with thoughts of eternal love And lips speak them in a song.   I  […]

Before Death

The agony is like golden dust aswirled, Above me a yellow flower’s aflutter. Never before was there such fragrance In my little room—my great world. My weak hand reached for the yellow flower, Trying to grasp it, so yellow and so sweet, But in vain was my effort, the flower kept fleeing, And fell at last upon my chest and  […]