On this jasmine-fragrant evening,
Mind sets out a-sailing
On a raft of white clouds only.
In the realm of moonlight, this same world of disguise,
No obstruction does the psyche want to heed.
Those who call me from behind, I don't want to hear;
For sake of the past, no pullback is there.
I simply go ahead, I proceed,
Footmarks traced on golden beach.
For just me my Bosom Friend, ahead He lies;
On the path, in rows He keeps lanterns alight.
Today for His sake is everything of mine;
Memories of grief and glee, in Him they go missing.
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Saturday, March 30, 2024
A life for You only
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I've left behind this world illusory.
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