Bitter honey

(1517)  Ami bhuli ni tomay

I did not give up on Thee,
But You have gone and forgot me.
The bloom that had fallen neath a tree,
Vista remembers it constantly.

Color that had painted light,
A love that had felt good inside the mind,
A remnant of that, its honey,
To this day it is oozing.

Sweetness that was sketched on psyche,
A flight of geese that had spread wing,
The memory of that, its speed,
Does it ever recede?

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