Remembrance are
but the sweetest tempest
to our heart
We have communicated
with pleasant glances
the meaning of our smiles
Those senses, beyond
What noumenonic IS
Where light fleck in unison
I see
what I have come to see.
You vision what you see beyond
Mere 'I'
wriggle in itself, but
In duality bonding creeps over all
Parting was
not an ounce of pain
that I drew out with my blood
Reminiscences are
but faithful blessings
that by you, I was blessed
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