Let the love bloom,
Let the self loose in gloom,
As if you die, self will be,
Give a glimpse of soul,
Moon of salvation with full,
Glow, will spread a light,
Upon you and you will be lost,
In that light and self will,
Meet with soul, As the love,
is the game of self and soul,
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