The pen bows down,
To absorb the sweetness of the sight,
Imagination is like wishing a dark lane,
Like washing dreamy eyes, with rose water.
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Beyond belief are the love’s light wings,
A lotus’s love is to seek light of the sun.
The soul flies to eternal space for peace.
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Of the cadences high and low,
A beat in rythmic duple, stressed and unstressed.
Counting the syllabi in the line ending, feminine,
In expanse or softness or an upbeat sounding man’s.
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Few drops of dew,
From the divine fountain's lip,
Sipped. Lest time would melt.
I hold the thread to the path,
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The relative violent chasm of reality.
You drown in love's sheds of water.
Many names like honey are inspired,
Wings, nectar, goddess, fairy and angel.
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The divine struck down,
That the beloved shall rise,
Resurrect, and his prayers of being,
Poor and utterly poor are vain.
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The mother lioness to the cub whispered,
"Hold the cup, but be thyself"
You come of age, the tune is now,
Not suffice. Go bring back
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The mystic blue has a touch from heaven,
Is there any other, place from where I
Get colors of your eyes. Bringing the morning,
Sunrise of hope, and longing of the sunset.
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Clouds, torrents and mist
Rain O rain, upon my heart's torment;
Cleanse with your gentle sweet drops
Wash in your brief moments I sip,
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