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17 May 2019 1 minute read 0 comments zamzamz
How long will I keep burning in your flame? How long will you still turn away from me? How many friends will turn from me in shame? How long will I still hurt? How long will you be free?
16 May 2019 1 minute read 0 comments zamzamz
Oh, when you remind me of her door, I feel the rapture bubbling up once more. How can I forget that blessing, ever, When you bring to mind long buried treasure?
16 May 2019 1 minute read 0 comments zamzamz
I went to my love on a moment's thought. She said, "Go away from my door. You are drunk." "Open the door," I said, "I am not." "Go away," she said, "You are what you are."
15 May 2019 1 minute read 0 comments zamzamz
I would shake the dust from my coat, and rise If I realized my own perfection. I would rush to the sky, empty and light; My head would be high as the ninth heaven.
15 May 2019 1 minute read 0 comments zamzamz
If my head holds one thought wise and clear, it's you. Poor as I am, what I hold dear is you. No matter how I see myself, I'm nothing. Anything I am entirely is you.
15 May 2019 1 minute read 0 comments zamzamz
I asked you for one kiss, you gave me six. What teacher taught you, that you're such an expert? You're so deep a source of goodness, so kind That you've set the world free a thousand times.
15 May 2019 1 minute read 0 comments zamzamz
Look again, and see how much I need you; Watch the long nights that I lie here awake. No, I am wrong: the distance between us Will not let me live to see you again.
15 May 2019 1 minute read 0 comments zamzamz
With a smile biting those two ruby lips, How beautifully, idol, you've come to life! Stealing my heart that day was not enough; Today you're back, intent upon my life.
14 May 2019 1 minute read 0 comments zamzamz
I'm not me, you're not you, and you're not me; And yet I'm me, you're you, and you are me. Beauty of Khotan, I am this because of you: Confused if I am you, or you are me.
14 May 2019 1 minute read 0 comments zamzamz
The lovely one whispers under her breath, And you go mad, witless, no reason left... O Lord, what is this chant, what magic art That weaves its spell on even a stone heart?
