my gaze hunts after names and forms,
and always, like mirage
they stay ahead of my reach.
sorrowful and dejected , I
search for You.
but You hides behind Your veil.
how can I blame You?
imperfect is my love, torn between
You and your shadow.
fool indeed I am,
forget always , without You
there is no shadow.
and always, like mirage
they stay ahead of my reach.
sorrowful and dejected , I
search for You.
but You hides behind Your veil.
how can I blame You?
imperfect is my love, torn between
You and your shadow.
fool indeed I am,
forget always , without You
there is no shadow.
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