weaving a garland

enamored sentience

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rooted in my existence
is your heartbeat
in my waking,
your dream
and walking upto you
a pilgrimage
into my own soul

the beauty of heaven
reveals in flashing moments
as I lie
weaving a garland
of your whispers

does it come as a surprise
to you then,
when I hold you in reverence
high above
in my heart?

my beloved,
I see who I am
when I am with you


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