Neath a full moon, dripping light,
All alone and forlorn,
Lonesome had I been on a thick night.
No second person was along;
With footfall silent You arrived.
You came close but did not sit;
Diffusing a flow of love, You took not a bit.
Unspoken were my inner secrets;
In the heart, their articulation did abide.
Darling, Your liila I don't understand at all;
Your coming and Your laughter, what is this fraud?
This time, after advent, I will hold at domicile;
On a blooming lotus, I will make You sit in mind.
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Friday, February 24, 2023
You are so frustrating
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