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