How lovely it is
that thoughts are scribbled
by the choice of allegory;
How lovely it is
to think that past
are memories of the future;
How lovely it is
to write by your choice:
Whatsoever it may be
expressed by melancholic view
the heart speaks by erelong dew.
How wonderful it is
that thoughts are scribbled
by the choice of allegory;
How awesome and sweet it is
to think that pasts
are retained memories of the future:
To write your divine choices
by the fingers of the heart's pure.
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