Compassion

Beloved,
I see we are one,
but you still slumber,
mysteries I speak
are foreign to you.
When you weep,
silently I hold you,
singing tender melodies
of sunshine and rain,
letting our tears
wash away the pain.
When you laugh,
I celebrate with you,
holding your hand
in the palm of my heart,
letting our echoes
create cosmic art.

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