Longing poured into the path of violets
Let me free myself for you, so that you can carry me off my shoulders (poem)
When I put it in brackets, you will say what a pain
When I come to you, I quench my thirst
Your roses did not dry, but your nectar evaporated
Condensation, to become a cloud, watering the roses of the world
Today is not like the forty poems of the past
I came longing to disrupt all this emptiness and fill it with your perfume
This air warms, and your wet heart shakes with deer musk
.
It was here yesterday your lips and a necklace around your neck
It was here your branches dangling tufts of jujubes
Your hands are a white cloud, wet your braids
.
with me mate (my soul)
We talk all day about you
Then I forgot me and the windows of the sky reminded me of me
The longing is hard and far away, and you slip into your weak heartbeat
.
You were far from me
you and my heart
Do I leave a distance between you equivalent to these far horizons?
Be at the lobby of every city
And say whatever you want
This is just to come to me
And say, we were here
For a day you may remember, if (help you) this dignity in the ranks of life and our clay body
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