waving as I pass
sudden craving
in father’s name
cold as snow
the moon reflected
a flower opens
red dragonfly
I climbed the hill to find
only a butterfly
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Rijul Ballal 
Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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I remember the less tactful youth of learning to my dismay, foreign language wasn’t all that sexy save in sounds. Edelweiss meant whomp, white flower. So good ol google translate offered up the words but not the richer cultures of language and thus I just had to write the romance of the hand
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It might sound weird but does it read good?
It’s the hand that writes, so foreign tongues shouldn’t stop you 😉
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Heheheh tastes are subjective
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