two nights
the lone bird showed up
with withered wings
on the pole with two lines interwined
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If the sun shines
Vicious that the hands could hold its heat
If the wind whirls and wails
Turbulent, with fierceness of rushing water
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Tell me friend
How best to paint a woman
Brilliantly colourful and extremely fastidious
Who is an African princess
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My greatest praise goes to you,
My enemy if you perchance exist.
My teacher through, thorough and true
For tutoring me the most and deepest
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Down the aisle, they sauntered
The lame groom and blind bride
The groom their sight, the bride for their flight
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Come away with me tonight
Honey, with your spirit light and bright
And your arms brave and broad for the flight
Of love to the lofty nest of love
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I love me unlike Narcissus in Greece
By the reflection drowned in self worship
True, self-love precedes love of others
For self is mirror of love of neighbours
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In the thickets of the forests and grooves
On the paths through the deserts and the wild
Walked in the robe of nobility
The one who defied the wind and tidal wave
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Just now the sun is set
Leaving behind a blank cloud
Then another scene evolves
Alerting the nocturnal world
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When flood of stream
On your path cross
It invites you form an encounter
In the eyes of the storm
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