I am the flower of your breath,
Soon to be blasted into the skies.
The present flight is just a training.
I love to be more than to do.
Let me cry now with you,
So I may share in your eternal laugh.
I know my colors will be fading.
It's good to have all new,
All of yours and nothing of mine.
I love that death deed to make me born of you,
A gate for me to go and for you to enter.

© Alor Deshe