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Dressed like a king, You appeared inside my mind, | |||
You appeared | With affection, a love of some special type. | ||
Ground into dust was my pride, | |||
In a trice, Lord, in the twinkle of an eye. | |||
Not a peep do You make in the outer world; | |||
Dwelling at the core of heart, You gave that a stir. | |||
In Your contemplation, I was left abashed; | |||
Granting embrace, You came at last, with enchanting laugh. | |||
Having swung back and forth in restless winds, | |||
and | Graceful pose was struck by the golden ivy of ambition. | ||
On that creeper bloomed a flower at Your touch, | |||
Eventually, after waiting very much. | |||
On | |||
after | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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