Into the garden of a flower, in a fashion casual,
One specific fairy had entered.
With a search for honey in among the petals,
An entire day had turned.
Even if there will be petals, no honey remains;
Even if there will be sky, the moon does not hang.
Petals will request: "My honey must stay";
The honey will say: "My petals are good."
This acquaintance of the fairy with the flower,
It is not of today but of time perpetual.
Each adores the other;
The fairy had arrived upon floral pull.
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Thursday, February 17, 2022
His love is not a judgment
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Though we are not ready, He comes again upon our joint request. We beg Him to remain; He pats us on the head.
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