I was there at raining
the head of it's draining
the head of the cloudburst
the finger at the stem.
I showed you to all of them.
the rain came down and gave birth to it's incredible red child.
the child of sexual lust and pure sensuality.
the stem is going to let you bloom into the earth's ways.
each moment it gets to a bigger phase.
even when it's not the rainy days.
I was there at the cloudburst
the finger at the stem.
I showed your birth to them...
I was there at the rose bleed
the pin of the prick.
the first smell of beauty.
I saw the first red of cruelty.
I saw it's birth.
at the head of the cloudburst.
the head of the rain's temper.
I saw you go
as other roses could grow.
 
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