To The Almond Flowers
The greyish -black chariot ascends and disseminates its putrid fumes
But only to be consumed by the Autumn perfumes
Which linger, oh, ever so ethereally!
Oh , i wonder does humanity pipe ever so exuberantly?
Could the blessed tree impart an axiom ...?
Could the first day resound a communion ...?
Are the stealths of steel dazzled by the white-greyish clouds of smoke?
i hear the smell of chestnuts which are within the reach of my vision!
The symphony of the floral almonds could invoke
An aid through this autocratic labyrinth of a confused mission?
Could the debate of the fox be a dream?
Could life’s high meadow evaporate this putrid misty stream?
O, unique almond flower you have uttered a fragrant and liberating song, Will you succumb to the powers of this dong?
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