Bless the Pain

eludes her
She’d rather
suffer bruise from
her ardent endeavor

Chill draft in the room,
rambling thoughts
spins the wings of night
of relentless frost
Footprints at the window
lead to the apple tree
to the wood
to his home, void of
worries, dreams
He’s stealthy
His scent of woods
stirs brief carefreeness
refreshes the stubborn mind
Like he flaunts his majestic antlers
she embraces her pain of passion

(by Byung A. Fallgren)


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