Formless One, I got Your hint
Upon shoreline of the form-sea.
You wanted not to yield;
Afar You'd been concealed.
I've forgot the specific occasion;
In mind there's not meeting's song.
There's only a memory of acquisition,
Underneath a sky lovely.
I regard You as the Lord of Sport,
In gloomy heart a mine of diamonds,
Emerald's gem of splendor
On my melancholy.
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Somehow I know You're there.
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