Do not speak yet those incantation-like words,
For "love" carries as much weight as a mere feather
Whisper to me
In a tenor voice more tender than a father's,
If you're prepared to snatch me away
I am living, in a manner more sweetly fragrant
Than having a dream while being buried
In a bed of millions of roses
What must I do to be able to flap my wings
And fly away unsullied
From this world infested with ugly creations?
Although I continue
Pondering alone in my cocoon,
The crystalline starry sky
Is still so faraway from me
Do not touch me yet
With those fearfully trembling fingertips,
For a flower snatcher needs to display sweet hesitation
You may touch me,
If you have the self-confidence
To reach the deep depth of my bosom
It's not like I believe in things
Such as a prince on a white horse
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(July 1-22, 2024)
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