In thy closed lips I found a mute language of unspoken tale,
mystical like a woven filigree embedded inside the heart's frame...
the threads of intrinsic silken threads now weave us together
beyond the cycle of time ,we exist as wanderers.
what sees the eye,what catches the vision,
rarest of rare escape the provision,
the pristine wavelength of the divine bestowed on us
through matters of time...
like a sip of wine intoxicating
the dip of amor soaks with inebriation
but the richest in all divine love
uplifts the souls in uttermost devotion...
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