I am ready

I had the scent, but not the flower,

The fruit, but not the seed.

The scent is spent, the fruit turned sour –

Nothing remains but need.

 

Who has the scent now has the flower,

The fruit and, yes, the seed.

Be blessed! Be blent! I give as dower

Such memories as you need.

 

 

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