when a noon will ensue go
one more time enter the garden
where are leading two roads
and there seek your guilt
in goblets of sadness
you will find her intact
even through the dust of the day
and sleepless nights.
go to look for your fault.
and when you see eyes,
amazed with pain, make a bow
and look for the pulse of the day
in inexpressible words
you will find them in eyes.
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