Knowing that the long days of separation,
The scorching suffocatingdays are ending,
Like the morning bird, I sing happy notes,
Within me joyfully as my heart beats,
Then, across the green meadows,
Where our loving lord sojourns,
The cool breezes blow from dawn to dusk,
As I stay alone and still,
I deem I must, cast off my delusion;
And like the Phoenix, I must burn,
Myself with the fire of love,
So that I rise from my ashes again,
Inside my soul to continue with my love
Mykoul
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