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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Blood Blossomed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far away in ancient Jerusalem<br>Stood a garden, long, long ago<br>Home to giant oaks and figs<br>And plants and shrubs of every kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On every season, from time to time<br>Merrily they would burst into bloom<br>Filling the air with fragrance sweet<br>And fuelling the hearts with joy and cheer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amid the riot of flashing shades<br>Where Poppies and Pansies held their heads<br>In a corner, there a Lily stood, <br>Sans scent and sans grandeur.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A poor loner never once noticed<br>Nor skilled to steal the show, <br>Those, brilliant in shade and shape<br>With contempt openly quipped</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘It's such a shame<br>She grows among us<br>With such pallid shade<br>And nothing to rave', </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Lilies are such lazy lot<br>Giving only seasonal blooms'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rang aloud their haughty comments<br>Rashly blurted out and blunt</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poor Lily wilted in shame<br>Wishing she had never been born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Late that evening, through the garden<br>Into the newly dug up grave<br>A band of people came with lights<br>Bearing someone cut and scathed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With blood oozing, dropp by drop<br>From wounds, left by piercing nails<br>The body, carefully wrapped in linen<br>Was the body of Jesus - Son of God<br>The one who bore the sins of the world<br>And courted the most accursed of deaths.<br>The body embalmed was laid inside<br>And sealed with a giant block of stone<br>Soldiers posted to guard the tomb<br>And every vigil so prudently kept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Early by dawn, three days hence<br>While it was still very dark<br>From inside the tomb had come<br>Rumbling sounds and a blinding light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flowers en masse blinked their eyes<br>Beheld a man, gently walking out<br>The wounds still fresh on his palm<br>And the linen that swaddled, lying behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As they watched this queer sight<br>In awful amazement, they did see<br>A host of Lilies, white as snow<br>Far more beautiful than any of them<br>Bowing their heads in reverential glee<br>And singing Hosanna to the Lord of Life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the flora in silent shock<br>Sighted from whence the Lilies came<br>They sprang unforeseen in those spots<br>Where drops of blood from his body fell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then onwards, without fail<br>April sees the grandeur and grace, <br>Of snowy lilies - those delicate blooms<br>Sprouting suddenly from the crust of the Earth<br>Joggling their heads in whiffing breeze, <br>And giving delight to all who behold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Valsa+George">Valsa George</a><div class=q>
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Stood a garden, long, long ago
Home to giant oaks and figs
And plants and shrubs of every kind.

On every season, from time to time
Merrily they would burst into bloom
Filling the air with fragrance sweet
And fuelling..."></div>
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