In your bed let me die,
Looking your face let me die.
I am inside and not outside,
And I see the reality in you.
Shadow I cross not yours,
I know you have no shadow.
My mind is as high as yours,
Though my body is smallest here.
I am going to die with your twilight,
I am weightless as you see
And at the beginning with conviction
I am waiting for you to unearth the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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