When in the evening I feel alone,
I sing to myself your song,
And feel your presence in my heart,
As if you are singing along.
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The delicate evening flowers
Have opened out their hearts
To exchange their fragrance
With musical notes of the birds.
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How this poem weighs heavy on me!
I want to shrug it off or scratch it out
Like a scab covering a throbbing wound,
Or put it away in a dark corner
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While I was leaving the garden,
The flowers asked me with care,
'Tell us, friend, Do you want to carry
Something with you from here? '
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While I am reading my new poem,
Several days after its completion,
It strangely doesn't seem to be mine,
But a reflection of someone else.
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Sometimes while going to sleep
I feel I am my own tomb,
The ceiling above its marble lid,
Or am I returning to mother's womb?
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After a daylong arduous trek,
We had erected a makeshift tent,
Others went to sleep but I was awake,
Although tired and equally spent.
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When will you come, oh, tell me please!
I am getting submerged in the night's abyss!
The moon and the stars have averted their eyes,
Oh, I am forsaken even by the fire-flies!
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Oh, this dreamlike moment!
The sweetness of your kiss,
I didn't know until now
That love would be like this!
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Lost in each other, we sat in silence
In the soothing shade of the great oak tree,
While in the west the sun seemed to be reluctant
To go down saying 'good bye' to you and me.
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