Whence grazed by bliss
What can presence possibly write about,
except bliss that enlivens feeble form,
caress sublime, that erases all doubt,
engulfing heart in love’s magnetism warm?
Transcending fear, we plunge into the storm,
one with the universe, penning a verse,
of soul’s vibrance, with no need to rehearse.
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