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Mindful wastage of time, it is:
this tiring passage of breaths-
now in , now out.
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A deep gorge lies in wait,
for your dainty feet may bless it:
and lift this dreariness that blankets my soul.
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Sweet pain it is, that sears my heart,
plunging into my soul, your smile
hangs tantalizingly in my memory.
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Eyes, now dreary, droop : the mind
escapes to dash across the meadows, until
it somehow rests upon your gaze.
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Like the swaying dandelions,
my heart plays with its beats:
now slow, now fast, now slow, now fast.
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The sweet breeze that strikes
the closed eyelids of my soul:
does douse the fire within it.
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Like a stray feather, plucked
off a dove by the wind, you make me fly
freely, until upon your brow I rest
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and when you close your eyes,
this feather, which is me
rolls gently down your face: and falls
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like petals on the altars of God,
I lie in peace, smiling silently
besides the soft toes of you, my angel.
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I wait for you to wake,
for I can't bear not seeing you:and there
you smile coyly in your sleep like a content child.
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When you wake with the sun,
you give flight to the birds,
to which my heart is akin.
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The chirping of the hurried birds,
is silenced as soon as your lips part
to produce unheard symphonies.
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The days are dreary, they repeat
like mindless parroting of hollow words:
but your presence : forever new.
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White dove:
go fly. I am not caging you
so I can soothe my soul looking at you.
Letting you go is the best I can do.
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