What are the properties of the orange blossom

YOUR WHITE BOUQUET OF AZAHAR

Your white bouquet of chance
withered was in the morning,
that without sun in the window
you saw yourself without deflowering.
Sad clothes of your trousseau
he stayed at the foot of the bed,
when the crying that spills
the virgin who came pure,
dirty feels and impure
because nothing inflames him.

Saturnino Caraballo Diaz
The Poet Corucho

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