We are the bloom that never fades
A drip of honey from the lips of grace,
A beam and shine—above!—Hope’s light displayed,
To measure worldly power’s empty pace,
And doom their fleeting robes to dust and shade.
We, in our tenderness and endless peace
Stand in the garden where storms can never reach;
In burning hearts, all earthly blessings cease,
As pure we stay in poetry and speech
To my Love - G
© Copyright: Айжан Усеналиева, 2026
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