In the springs
of hope
In the rackets
of delight
In the Nights
of flavour
A voice is
calling
Calling beyond
the sieged wall
Like a
chameleon trampling on a thorn of peace
Twitched to
make it scorching brown
Meandering
upon the searched answers
O beloved
wilderness abundant
East West vast
not enough for me
Like here in
my little cave
For comings
with divine and divergence
For thy stay
conjugates a melodious heart
Far richest
from the world’s best crystals and treasuries
O you word,
word of divine mysteries of love
Full of love
and wined in love
Love -love
loving and itself more than love,
For this your
words spread from the deserts of divine calling
And I
romantically wish to listen last lasting
For the next
seconds I possess none of its keys.
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