The most beautiful anemone is the
\niris of the eye.
\nEthereal when alarmed by love,
\nmodest in its nakedness.
\nIt does not lie,
\nbecause it cannot lie.
\nIt opens the window to the heart.
\nBlack with fear.
\nBlack in passion.
\nMercurial, watching dancers.<\/p>\n
Color of violets, emeralds,
\nfallen chestnuts,
\nshower gray in the shy,
\ncorona of black moons,
\nquivering in wonder, adulation,
\nsecond sight,
\nstill, as the sightless see
\nin front of death.
\nIt encircles what we love,
\nwhat we hate,
\nwhat is never understood,
\nwhat we choose to be our truth.
\nIt is the flower of our face
\nwhere the garden of our soul is.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The most beautiful anemone is the iris of the eye. Ethereal when alarmed by love, modest in its nakedness. It does not lie, because it…<\/p>\n