Zenith
All these regrets
These gardens without limit
Where the toad modulates a tender cry of azure
The doe of frantic silence passes quickly
A nightingale bruised by love sings upon
The rosebush of your body from which I picked the roses
Our hearts hang together from the same pomegranate tree
And the Pomegranate flowers in our gazes blossomed
Falling one by one have strewn the path
Guillaume Apollinaire
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