In dark recesses a passionflower is found,
Illuminating arid cave walls on moist ground,
The rain trickles through remote crevices without a sound,
Sun slyly slips inside somehow.
I would tell you it’s secrets if only I knew,
I would touch it but I am not worthy nor you,
Once everyday we are blessed as it blooms,
Next moment life is cleft as the tomb turns to gloom.
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