• teatalino 9w

    My undying amaranth crawled on the hillside
    With regal petals tied but never dried
    Taking 'side the speed of dioxide
    Sprouting wide her beauty in this divide

    Hither this violet pristine regime like thrones
    Of faded garlands like roseate with thorns
    Away from holy terror feet like twigs
    My amaranth blooms– sweet

    Sweet red fragrance I flirt
    Of vigor stem membranes
    Amidst reds petal my eyes met
    Tailor me red in her pollen grains
    ©teata-marzallino