All acts of love must surrender;
Anything else is a grandiose display of the ego.
This is the fate,
There is nothing more to be said to the romantics.
With nothing left to decipher;
A young woman learns it through trial and error.
This withering is of my own,
So is the absence of it.
Kezang Dechen Choden (born 2001) Bhutan
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