Thou art Divine,
I that knew million years back,
Whence You came to my pen,
As unending timeless rhymes,
Thou art Divine,
I knew that a thousand winter solstice hence,
For whence Thou dropped thine bless,
I hath felt the universal sense
That made this mortal life, a wonderous poem.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
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