If you wish to tell me something
before the death part us tell me now
because tomorrow
may never be
told he
pain of pleasure
and pleasure of pain
intermingles in my veins
as though twin suns are
borne in me
said he
yet she said nothing
the wind of yesterdays and tomorrows
passed through the open balconies
people remained indoors
mourning the sun
she remained alone
sad in her loneliness
alone alone alone
give my flowers
at last she said
he laid them beside her coffin.
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