You came, You came, You appeared,
Having taken pity.
Then, my door had been barred;
Bolt You opened, Your own making.
The vine that was mine, withering it had been;
Dropping to the ground was every bud of it...
Flowers making bloom, desire fulfilling,
Yourself, to heart's content I received.
Do not depart, You please stay near;
So many words have remained for saying...
So many songs, much ego injured,
Discharging to make You hear.
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Wednesday, March 29, 2023
Having come, please don't leave
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Compassion seems to be Your thing; so constantly please pity me.
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