Myriad desires unspoken
sheathed in ceaseless ache
with breathings broken
longing evermore, at nights remain awake
someday dreams will be manifested
and prayers realized
yearning heart will feel rested
which once was love deprived
the hour of smelting noon
when the sun is ochre
wouldn’t let me resign
and settle for mediocre
seeking one divine, for I know I am cursed
– no ordinary love will quench this perennial thirst.
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