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I planted the creeper of love And silently watered it with my tears Now it has grown and overspread my dwelling My beloved dwells in my heart all day I have actually witnessed the abode of joy I am mad with love and no one understands the agony of the wounded. When fire rages in the heart Only the jeweller knows the value of the jewel No one feels the fear of separation The way I feel for it my beloved dusky one.
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
Nothing is really mine.
I planted the creeper of love And silently watered it with my tears Now it has grown and overspread my dwelling My beloved dwells in my heart all day I have actually witnessed the abode of joy I am mad with love and no one understands the agony of the wounded. When fire rages in the heart Only the jeweller knows the value of the jewel No one feels the fear of separation The way I feel for it my beloved dusky one.
shyamsi
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
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