Amaranth Elixir

The wounded angel by Hugo Simberg

A Rose and an Amaranth blossomed side by side in a garden,
and the Amaranth said to her neighbour,
"How I envy you your beauty and your sweet scent!
No wonder you are such a universal favourite."
But the Rose replied with a shade of sadness in her voice,
"Ah, my dear friend, I bloom but for a time:
my petals soon wither and fall, and then I die.
But your flowers never fade, even if they are cut;
for they are everlasting."


Amaranth elixir - provavelmente o segredo dos deuses e uma lança incisiva sobre a ganância humana.

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