Ode to the Iris flower
Sublime Iris! which blooms in bleak conditions I prostrate to your inexorable hues reflecting deep, pooling violet or sometimes, the dewy gray, of morning. _____ Always, your incessant vibrancy fuels the quietude of my soul that I reserve immutably for you.
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"Man can will nothing unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself; that he is alone, abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no other aim than the one he sets himself, with no...
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