From the age of Adam,
Men are begotten and begetting,
They fill this vast world,
Loving this transient world,
Hating and killing each other,
Acting upon the doctrine of self interest,
But not me, I am not one like them,
I wait each day for a glimpse of my beloved,
Till the day is over, and the night falls,
And each night till the dawn breaks,
When shall you come? Will you ever?
Mykoul
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