The Aloe

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Title:     The Aloe
Author: Laurence Hope [More Titles by Hope]

My life was like an Aloe flower, beneath an orient sky,
Your sunshine touched it for an hour; it blossomed but to die.

Torn up, cast out, on rubbish heaps where red flames work their will
Each atom of the Aloe keeps the flower-time fragrance still.

[The end]
Laurence Hope's poem: Aloe

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