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| Poem from Gyeongju III |
Love is like an intricate plant. It has roots - events that our conscience does not register. They lead us to the point in time when love gets out of ground, into the open. Love starts to bloom with flowers of desire (lilac spots in the center). They outgrow fast into the white down of comfort. A blow of wind takes the down away. Love sadly dies. But it leaves the seeds for the next spring.
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