“the soul has words as petals”
“The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.”
“Only a perfect rose, has the power to persuade a perusal of its petals”
“Because the soul is like a flower that folds its petals when dark comes, and breathes not its fragrance into the phantoms of the night.”
“Words in a poem are like petals on a flower, only together, in the right position, at the right time are they seen as they should be.”
“and all the beauty and the blasphemy. Petals, petals, scattering from the stands where only vestals were allowed to sit, having tended the flame for all of us. Here, I knew, was the empire of my soul showing on my face as I turned to you.”