With full moon bloom, I sit-
Thoughts crossed through gentle wind,
Hiding her lullabies, untold agony-
Unfolds, before this majestic stand!
O Lord!
I read this letter, upon its passage-
While my guest has arrived there,
Above my head, with thankfulness
Fills this heart, records of millennium- hear.
And pause, with his sight farthest
Awake! with sincere prayers for thee-
For they meet their lord, close!
With dust-rain, fair wish!
Oh Muse!
Twice read to reach-
Formless soul, I rest this hope
And swollen eyes-filled with joy-
In light of your pristine touch-
When they have discarded in blinding flash,
Winding, wind has turned to lyrical swear!
You welcome with heart open,
Gracefully smiling with your whisper.
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