Only for you i’d walk a mile,
Barefoot beneath a pouring rain,
Forsaking storm and pain of trial,
Oh, sacred, gloomy chamomile.
The countless times and endless hours
Of drizzles in a veil of mist,
The swamp of inks and letters’ shadows,
I’ll write your name upon my wrist.
To ravens’ cry in sorrow meadows
Below a moss I will find peace,
As word of twilight whim of sparrow,
My love for you will draw an ease.
Chamomile
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