Nov 25, 2012

I never dreamed of reaping fruit

I never dreamed of reaping fruit
I am happy to shower my blossoms off
At the slightest tug of the southern breeze

When birds sing soulfully in spring,
Their warbles wane with the wind,
I, too, have let my scores slip, like fallen buds.

When all blossoms are blown, 
When I am left barren, all alone,
What will that day be like,
Never have I fretted, nor cared.

Maybe, in my branches, bare with giving,
This message will trill with a beat,
'I have given the ultimate gift,
My heartbeat-sweetness, 
My spring-time-bliss.'

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