When Your Gone
A faded voice, lips sweet
In rain, a fragrant shaped
In beauty.
When dusk is full, darkness
Warms your breath, coming in
A whisper. Bright star,
Moving sleepless,
Paradise weaves so
Let me sleep.
Where I still see pure,
Ablution, awake forever,
Splendor-
Upon a snowy mountain,
Dauntless you as art,
As a patient in my arms.
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