I placed his favourite flower
at the temple’s silent heart,
and whispered to the divine—
teach me the grace of waiting.

Love within me gently split,
one half still calling his name,
the other learning surrender
at your sacred feet.

No demand, no restless plea,
just a quiet becoming—
where longing turns into prayer,
and waiting… into peace.

For my magician 🫶🫰


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