An earthen lamp
in loneliness
calls off the day.
After giving you
the golden light,
in its death.
Was it a pure sin,
if I touch
you in pitch dark?
Where the time
sleeps, I will meet
you under no moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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