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New Year

New Year, don't come to our homes, for we are wanderers
from a ghost-world, denied by man.
Night flees from us, fate has deserted us
We live as wandering spirits

Who Am I ?

The night asks who am I ?
I am its secrets-anxious, black, profound

Revolt Against The Sun

She stood before the sun, screaming:
'Sun! You are like my rebellious heart

Love Song For Words

Why do we fear words
when they have been rose-palmed hands,
fragrant, passing gently over our cheeks,
and glasses of heartening wine


Blow out the candle and leave us strangers here
We are two parts of the night, so what is the meaning of light?

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