All the buds set not to flowers;
All the flowers set not to
seeds;
So are the seeds not to
seedlings.
Yet there is a joy in every
function,
From which trees get
exhilaration.
Still in blossom rests our
love.
Yet it reverberates in me
with its move
And generates lustre to your
skin.
Let the blossom stay, if not for
seeding.
09.01.2000
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