You tilted the night,
Gathered the stars.
You held the moon,
The sun rose in your palm.
Your breath was saffron,
You smoked like musk.
Lover and the beloved,
Day's bright and night's dark.
So distant yet around,
So small yet so vast.
The one and the many,
Multitude and solitude.
The soul's last destiny,
The beginning and the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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