– Pulsating urge –
I saw thy glory upon a forage,
the deep dark secret of night,
that stars sink to Presume.
The desire of night to infuse in vain Torpor
Upon a clear daylight it seems a Protrusion.
The dense garment of the night that smites
restless Liaison,
The absolute pathless way that hints no
destination,
In foggy rhythm of heart a star blinks.
The pulsation that runs as
wistful appeal in every vain to Effuse,
Upon awakening a self- denial love endorses.
Openness like starless sky, blue and boundless,
the urge to drop onto thy ocean Immense,
In thoughtful Sapience thou art found a smiling eastern sky stretching to embrace.
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