Nearness flies away with the wing of Distance,
Reality sleeps into the lap of Dream,
Presence buried down into the womb of memory,
and Hope shattered into the pieces of Despire.
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Why do we love life so much?
Why are we so afraid of death?
Have you ever thought about it?
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She was soft to the touch as a cloud,
To see her hair was to imagine
that a whole winter did not contain
darkness enough to form its shadow.
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In between every relation
I can see the unseen wall-
standing secretly
on the border of two hearts.
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It's only we....it's only all of us...
Who are being locked down
Just like animals in the zoo
In the invisible-cages of life.
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Let the laughing lips
Sometimes taste
the moisture of tears
and let the moistened eyes
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Who could hold back her heart,
as when the flute calls it forth,
Let the air be her chariot and
steal her away from herself.
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This is the village and the shepherd boy
with his long hair,
Black is he like the 'vromor',
but birghter than the red rose.
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Such is the day when it can be said to her,
Such is the day of deep-dark never-ending rain-fall.
The world seems an illusion,
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