On that same evening, alone had I been seated;
Without saying anything You entered.
It was cloudy, blueness did not get observed;
Meanwhile on that firmament the moon beamed.
The Rangoon creeper, unto me she'd proclaimed,
A lost heart's search had she made...
By gaining You, become sated had they,
Her hope and affection, instantly.
The river's babbling notes tell a story;
She had danced along, Your sweetness taking.
Ballads to Your love, a history of You only,
In many songs had floated with cadence and beat.
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Friday, September 15, 2023
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All of nature sings Your glory.
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