Friday, December 6, 2019


(1441)  Tomar carandhvanir ashe

Hoping for sound of Your footsteps,
I am waiting, my ear to the ground.
On Your pleasant fragrance,
With its heady power, I've been overwhelmed.

Your honeyed smile upon me,
It breaks the dam of swollen emotion.
With Your rhythm and Your song am I...
I've been filled, right up to the brim.

Drawn by Your magic flute's melody,
Mind races to the cosmic pavilion.
Inwardly, I think only:
To love, defeat I've conceded.

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