Anchored to the sands of The River Babylon, I implored, logos.
Comforted, on the river banks, she whispered her name, “Sophia.”
Saying, "Summon" her. She will breathe. She will arise. She promises.
Furthermore, In your loneliness, when you cry, listen internally undisturbed.
In solitude, hear her, sense Sophia, you will know her, just because ~
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