Why a typhoon blows in the mind today...
The reason it happens, it keeps active, please say.
On the mirror of my thoughts with rhythm and melody,
Diffusing sweetness it remains.
For so long, gazing at Whose path am I?
I'm in love with the Man my heart desires.
Preoccupied with Him only, like essence of honey,
In bud's ear, the bee spins a tale.
This hurricane is a sign of His advent;
My life it made overwhelmed.
On only His reverie, in course of time, eternally,
In concert, just His win it sings in praise.
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Friday, July 8, 2022
A portent exceptional
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Every time I think of Him, a psychic tempest arises to sweep the path of His arrival.
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