The chasm, unforeseen, bloomed not in my thought,
Nor this time, was the world the divide, not sought.
The chasm, unforeseen, bloomed not in my thought.
Each garden's poem, witnessed by my eye,
Each garden's poem, witnessed, passing by,
The dawn's songbird, in twilight's nest, unheard,
Nor this time, was the world the divide, not stirred,
The chasm, unforeseen, bloomed not in my thought.
Whose hand held no stone, whose bow held no dart,
Whose hand held no stone, no arrow held its start,
Such was unknown in my kind city's heart,
Nor this time, was the world the divide, apart,
The chasm, unforeseen, bloomed not in my thought.
I, only I, had prayed for seasons' change,
I, only I, had prayed, rearranged,
My own nest, in the rose garden, estranged,
Nor this time, was the world the divide, exchanged,
The chasm, unforeseen, bloomed not in my thought.
Nor this time, was the world the divide, not caught,
The chasm, unforeseen, bloomed not in my thought.
Nor this time, was the world the divide, not taught,
The chasm, unforeseen, bloomed not in my thought.
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