My stibnite upon eyes,
Your shadow falls alike.
In which place, in which way, I reside,
It's as if You may not retire.
Your molecule, I am tiny;
And impurities are there.
But despite that, You, the Cosmic Repertory,
You've remained jam-packed in my psyche.
Eyes are opened by the morning sunbeams;
Love gets poured out unto Thee.
I rise on Your every beat,
Time having kept in order to please Thee.
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Tuesday, September 21, 2021
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Mistaken was I, for I cannot be lonely. You fill my mind; You make my life replete.
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