My soul’s a pen with an ocean for ink;
An ocean fed by the rivers of tears.
Tears that gleaming eyes do endlessly blink,
Crying in Your love or crying from fears.
In that ardent ocean, Love thrives submerged;
Each tear that falls from eyes is a tribute.
A tribute to love that leaves my heart purged;
A puppet that dances to Your reed flute.
When my eyes flutter open like Your wings
Concluded shall be the song that Love sings.”
Anyhow, it is verbal expression to this image that I have in my mind. I wish I could paint it or something but I lack the skills there, I can see it vividly though.
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