i want to give my self away

Young swans at dusk, LBM

I want to give myself away. Like a flower, or a cake. A finely crafted poem. A marvelous painting of birds soaring over mountains. A playful kitten. A captivating story. A brilliant butterfly. A juvenile swan.

And when I am gone, all that remains is a smile on the lips of the Beloved.

LBM 5/28/2017

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