When earnest tears flow...
Deep from Heart's Antar glow...
Delve those Soul's treasure...
An invisible key of pleasure...
Looms, makes, Glory to bloom
Drops of tears Divine's loom
Transforms...wild, wield storm
Compose, serene and calm
Lovely Rose Glitters, smiles long
Vanishes...bestows bouquets and Solemn song!
A Mystic, Miracle Master, Mentor comes teach
Atwain! our mundane, Thine Aura we reach.
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I like this poem, a definite spiritual light about it.