I am a poor lover from the shores of sand
In each grains of sand dances his essence
The castle I live was built with that sand
The nourishment that he feeds is sand
The robe that I wore is made out of sand
I love and live in everything that is sand
Alas! I failed to dance with the essence of sand .
I am a poor lover from the beds of void
In all the hovering Voids dwells his silence
The life I breathe is full of that void
The warmth that hovers in the vacuum is void
The dance of cosmos in which I am is also a void
I love and live in everything that is void
Alas ! I failed to swirl with the silence of the void.
I am a poor lover from the books of said
In each and every word said lingers his trance
The oneness in many words that are said
The revealed and unrevealed forms of said
The whole of him in that I am a character that is said
I love and live in the tongues of the lovers who said
Alas ! I failed to whirl with the trance of said .
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See: https://yoursixwordsandmine.wordpress.com/2015/05/02/the-golden-snitch/
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I am very sorry for reading the post very late .
But thank you sooo much !!
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It’s amazing…golden! Your work is worth the appreciation….it’s a great blog. I am glad I visited!
-S
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Thank you !!
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You are welcome,Golden!
-S
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