O lover mine, o lover that art gone…..
I live but would rather die,
I see not for the tears that flow,
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Within myself I lit a fire, This now robs me of my breath. The night I spent in counting stars, The days in dreams of days to be. When homewards thou the rains shall turn……. The moon-fair face I again shall see. O lover mine understand………. How the fire of separation burns….. very well expressed.Good flow write.Thanks for sharing.I enjoyed.
meditation on the inner fire leads the reader to mysticism, thank u