Goodness Tchibueze - Immortelle

Come to this, who toll a disconsolate bell...:
Though the Sun upon her youthfulness marches,
Summer's breath oft her leaves smites to arches;
And Weather off course veers in suddenness,
She blooms her beauty in boom or barrenness.
...Come, adopt the soul of this immortelle.

Goodness Tchibueze

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