In the Trust Her love butterfly wings in summer day; the fire in the snow. Her voice sun dust glow in the night; splinters of lake. Her tears for his wound; dying little creature; the soft touch of light opens the doubt of the garden gate. ©Byung A. Fallgren
Byung A. Fallgren 
This demands repeated reading – I like the imagery and the language, yet don’t fully understand it and that doesn’t matter
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Perhaps, my expression on the poem is too personal. Thank you, Derrick, for the honest opinion.
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That makes me feel Ok about my comment
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I love your comments, Derrick.
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