Salvation

When it is for your sake,
even the most tiresome
fast is a feast for me.
When it is for your sake,
tiredness is alien to me.
When it is to lighten your life,
melting myself is bliss for me.

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The Fragrance of Love

The Fragrance of Love

The bud has bloomed

The bud, which I was

keeping from mildew

in the ebb of time has bloomed!

It is simple as a morning dew drop

gentle as an evening breeze,

humble as a candle light and

tender as a mother’s heart.

The fragrance spread!

The risk it takes to

check from spreading is

more than the risk it takes

to remain tight inside the bud

Blame me not

I can hide it no more.

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