Oh Amaryllis of my soul
how lovely to behold.
In silence burst forth bugles of life
which time turns dry and old.

Death comes.
Crispy blossoms fall upon my tabletop.
Days pass.
And what a sweet surprise.
Reaching through three leaves
a second bud does rise.

Now, life and death stand side by side.
Harbingers each to the other abide.
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