Letter 34
I once desired the flower of the heavens...
But I don't walk through that garden anymore.
The sweet smell of the rose is too intoxicating...
Her dreams are too deep. A paradise filled with forever,
When 'forever' sleeps in the beauty of eternity...
That's until her sweet smell faded and her songs died out
And all the essence of her beauty cried out, saying,
"There isn't anymore paradise left in me."
Yes, I once desired the flower of the fair heavens...
In the springtime when her sweet essence would flow...
But I don't go there anymore... for I know the
winter winds will come one day and lay bare the land.
