Shower that my opthalmic mind's residences shower,
Thine face condolence clears my darkness as light.
To thy own graceful manifestation as I lost,
Lost is lost feelings,
As thou flower disappears from my sight,
Pain though illusive turns prey to permanence.
As I step an inch divine does thee feel to me,
As I step into work, result has time increased manifold.
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