Where are the gardeners, the roses are withering?
In the heat of selfishness in the beat of firing
No where I can see the medicine found
They all are helpless their death is bound
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A compassionate and lovely prayer rendered in beautiful words and metaphor of flowers. I join you in your heart-felt prayers.