In the garden the chrysanthemums were dying <br />like desires when you came. Calmly <br />you laughed, like little white flowers. <br />Silent, I made a sweetest song <br />out of the darkness deep within me <br />and the petals sing it up above you.<br /><br />Kostas Karyotakis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-garden-the-chrysanthemums-were-dying/
