Thou shall appear by the words in scriptures;
Born seeking your arrival in ruptures.
For the known will beseech your presence;
My mind has waited a long in silence.
Till the last drop of the life,
I must hold my ego without strife.
There are subtle whispers in my mind;
Walking through the noises blind.
Climbed tall with the long rope;
Letting it go with you by my side, hope !
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