Like a mighty tree… awaiting its gentle rain”

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My soul still lingers here,

Thou art… yet I remain unseen.

I dare not wish to meet thine eyes,

For I still long for thy embrace.

Still I search for words to say

How deeply my heart cares for thee,

Like a mighty tree…

Awaiting its gentle rain.

Though I must confess,

I feel as Alice in a waking dream,

Wandering alone in survival mode,

Surviving… yet still believing in thee,

Even as my hope fades away.