So many days have gone
The psychic link sustains
Few cloud-lets mirror the sun
And my poor being with blind eye
Casts a look longing
Dearest all my wish of turning the desert into an oasis
/Murmurs deep sigh
In spirit to you I fly
And in your shrine shelter I seek
/To mitigate the madness unknown
May your pleasure take it as a worship or an weak's devotion.
In many a rime,
Darling Divine,
I have confessed my unequal,
Lest I should lose your grace,
Lest I be miss-impressed,
And the plight of happening the worst,
All penance for my ignorance do I must.
Your live on my plasma-conscious,
Your vibrant radiance with soul touch,
And a stay of trance, symphony melodious,
I wish, covet, and will win,
The reunion of the separated twin!
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