The HaPenis Blooms

Stay close, my heart, to the one who knows your ways; Come into the shade of the tree that always has fresh flowers.

Don’t stroll idly through the bazaar of the perfume-markers: Stay in the shop of the sugar-seller.

You’ll find a Friend there who will always nourish your soul.

And with your soul always green, you’ll grow into a tall tree Flowering always with sweet light-fruit, whose growth is interior.

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