I don’t try to please you, I
please me not selfish way,
some golden honey still left
in the comb. Altruistic love,
akin to sacrifice I distance,
for when I wither in thirst
great gift I may have later
for you will be lost. I endure
your mournful sigh, seeing
me in wintery silence of
spring meditation, until
the day I dazzle you in lovely
dress in sweet breeze of May.
Now and then, I enjoy
making you smile, like
snow-clad lilac shrub.
© Byung A. Fallgren
Beautifully spoken!!
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Thank you so much.
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A pleasure!
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So very beautifully poignant
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Thank you so much, Derrick.
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✨💫✨💫✨💫✨
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I’m sorry I don’t understand this without translation’s help. Thanks for the comment effort.
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😘
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Beautifully worded
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Thank you so much
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