Days are smiling brightly in cadence of ankle-bells;
With a garland of rays, timely comes the Charioteer.
Flower buds, unblown and sleepless,
Breath bated, yearn sincerely to get near.
As often as I think that far away go I,
He who always binds through love-ties,
In my ears He speaks: "Listen to songs aplenty:
Everybody, on the light, they beam.
"Which place is remote? Nobody is distant;
All remain mixed with cognition's ocean.
In a unit consciousness latent is that acquaintance;
It drifts in the midst of ecstatic reverie."
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Tuesday, May 31, 2022
When I'm blue
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He lifts my mood, restoring life's ecstasy.
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