In hope of Advent I am waiting,
Night and day, lunar date forgetting.
Don't You understand my pain;
Don't You hear the words I say?
With eyes don't You perceive;
With eyes, oh, with sight's faculty?
My bloom, by sunshine it gets withered;
Scent is lost, nectar vanishes.
Then by my side You appeared;
Anew comes everything,
On just a moment's thinking,
On musing, oh, on thinking.
My earth has withdrawn remotely;
Nobody can recognize me.
Earth You gave,
This earth of shapes;
You will smile, bearing fruit in dream,
In a dream, oh, in a dream.
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Tuesday, March 5, 2024
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For me ever You define paradise.
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