}}} DaliMèr {{{
She stands before me,
without her cloud of debt,
naked, pure, my inner self,
pouring out her sorrow,
the woes she sees …
My former thoughts of grief revive,
Not even a breeze escapes from the storm that rages
She has never spoken,
until now,
addressed
How can we ever reach,
if you need a grey-eyed hiding cloud,
and let your ego play his precious song.
How can I translate,
if it appears you are untouched by solemn thought.
Faithful love recalls your mind,
to enjoy a glance at your inner eye.
The moon smiles of joy upon the starry waters
Birds compose their gentle sound of heaven
Flowers throne their colours bright
The sun gives every common earthly sight,
a heavenly light.
If you can bear a gentle touch,
lead your questions to your soul
And in your heart of hearts
you feel your lovely might
"Search in depth" ~ KailashKa
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