Imposing form
Your Divine face
Uncertain, unsettled
This is the season of life
Life for me a joyous day
To sorrow not redeemed
Do you think separation
Perverts such rights?
Just long years
Dragging shadow tails
Without justification
But from this well,
We draw water
From this spring
We quench our thirst
From this face
A measure of comfort
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