No one Knows,
When and where to,
The birds of peace,
From the crop of time,
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Time for prayers in love is fixed,
Time to bathe with spontaneous tears,
At some moment of self-negation,
To reckon thousands of times
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I have to seek out yet,
A star out of
The assortment of dried leaves,
The same star that loosened once,
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The waves were beheaded,
The shore was annoyed to,
In the whirlpool of loneliness,
The oars got lost,
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Melancholy of the wilderness
Blocks the paths, she does not know
The art how to hide behind the bushes.
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The streets beckon me,
Display me the same sights,
The heads bent on the sills,
The same motionless puppets,
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I live on half-eaten hopes,
Sitting amid the corpses,
But I yearn for a miracle to be happened,
That someone might breathe,
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I want to pace ahead raising my head,
I want to live finding my own existence,
Whenever I stride ahead,
Several small and big whirlwinds,
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I am still sitting at the same spot,
Where you unburdened tedium
Of tiresome centuries.
I sit there engrossed,
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How dingy is the Earth!
The Night has confined It too,
Come! Let us all grow the moons.
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