- published: 21 Jun 2013
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Crocus (plural: crocuses, croci) is a genus in the iris family comprising about 80 species of perennials growing from corms. Many are cultivated for their flowers appearing in autumn, winter, or spring. Crocuses are native to woodland, scrub and meadows from sea level to alpine tundra in central and southern Europe, North Africa and the Middle East, on the islands of the Aegean, and across Central Asia to western China.
The name of the genus is derived from the Greek krokos (κρόκος). This in turn is probably a loan word from a Semitic language, related to Hebrew כרכום karkōm, Aramaic ܟܟܘܪܟܟܡܡܐ kurkama, Persian and Arabic كركم kurkum, which mean saffron or saffron yellow. The name ultimately comes from Sanskrit कुङ्कुमं kunkumam, unless the Sanskrit word is from the Semitic one.
Cultivation and harvesting of crocus was first documented in the Mediterranean, notably on the island of Crete. Frescos showing them are extant at the Knossos site on Crete as well as from a comparably aged site on Santorini.
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Genres: Drama,I'll force my heart to beat again
it's all frail and tender
Our time is up
we'll never wait for my surrender
Wake up to see the waelthy ones
turn into pieces
And everyone we thought that won
to finally give in
I felt my body freeze but my mind was burning
A nightingale's lullaby echoing in my ears
Three flowers exploded,
exploded through my eyes
The violet one was silenced
The white one was kept screaming
Come taste the ruby, ruby red
That's pouring from his words
and all your sorrowfull regrets
will burn and will dissolve
Usher the thirsty and the weak insinde the glowing haver
and I will follow them back in
not that I'm ready to live