Just novelty's effulgence,
Everywhere it arrived, it arrived;
Presently, why are You in hiding?
Sky and wind, in Your direction having spied,
After fathoming Your sport divine, are not pleased.
All flowers have blossomed beneath Your light;
By Your light, crimson-flushed has been the sky.
Phonta on brow Your reflected light inscribed;
It colorized every dream.
In charming attire, come before me, oh Beloved mine;
The psyche, it resounds upon strings of Your lyre.
To Your rhythm and beat dance all the time
Everybody's life and death around Thee.
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Wednesday, March 16, 2022
What Your light fails to illuminate
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I've fathomed Your game, but still I don't see Your face.
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