Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Real wealth

(1734)  Nayane eso gopane

Before my eyes come privately;
Pour out love inside the mind.
Lying down or in dream,
Croon a song in my ear day and night.

The little that was there, it belongs not to me,
A hostage of dust, impoverished.
With a cascade of hope a-streaming,
With cadence and music, my life please do fill.

You are a flower, I am but a thorn;
You are the high tide, I am its decline.
You are light, and You love;
In dawn's crimson dye, beautify and make bright.

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1 comment:

  1. You are all I want or need. If You would do this for me, the richest person in the world would I be.