If a stream, evaporating, on it went;
Hey the Great Ocean, what will happen?
You say please, pray do tell.
Of mount-draping[1] fount of water,
Will her vigor stay effusive?
From mouth of Source only, that vigor has awakened;
When in sorrow, it does vanish.
In that case what will people say to Him:
This infatuation-fount, may it not be distant.
A river am I, and I've raced incessantly;
I have moved, plying route rising and falling.
I have been delighting greatly in a rhythm Yours only,
Pausing not for even a brief moment.
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Wednesday, August 9, 2023
Never be far from me
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