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Wondrous is this love of Yours... | |||
Gently You laugh from afar, | |||
Having infused a colored expectation. | |||
Oscillating on ocean's high tide, | |||
A lotus in hand to dangle mid surging of life... | |||
Cosmic Director, with Your play's pretense, | |||
Coming and going, You send cables with sweetness. | |||
You are the nebula of our blue sky, | |||
With sandalpaste always applied... | |||
In music's tunes, traced on it is | |||
Your warm affection's honeyed language. | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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