My silent words suffer
From loneliness.
Like a convict they are chained
And fed almost nothing.
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When the mountain stops
To expand its petals in the sky;
When the blue sea stops
To move into the cave of the earth,
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Just to emblem my passion
My thought becomes pregnant
And gives birth to holy love
In my tender heart.
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I find my joy in your smile
As you are so innocent without any guile.
When the world loves to play with falsity
I find you to play with you with felicity.
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Love me much; love me badly.
My heart has been thirsty for many many years.
I'll drink even the last drop of your holy love to quench my thirst.
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Even after thousand years
I will be seeing myself
Standing on the oasis
Only to take rest
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On the pages of my life
You will find one's childhood
Singing a melancholy song
Like the owl's cry at midnight.
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The sky of my heart is over cast.
The wind blows and roars.
The sun is veiled with the cloud
And my heart is afraid of the storm.
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My Lord! can You listen to my prayer?
How shall I express how much I suffer?
Man is man's enemy as man kills man.
To be cruel one has become other's fan.
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Take me into your arms
And touch me gently
With your holy fingers
To make me a lyre.
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