And you, as you are
Even lovelier than you were
It is as if the two of us didn't live
Except outside all the years of the earth
And all the ages
Nor did we grow old ...
neither you
And neither you,
and the warmth of our hands didn't fade
Two palms wrapped around two palms
For the lie is still larger than death.
The road forked
Shall I say, farewell?
How will I return alone ...?
Stop ... don't move so far away ... don't ... no.
Two walking sticks
A sun sinking in the darkness of a deep red sea
And a woman searching for a shadow
And the remains of the shadow of a woman
borne by two crutches.
She wept insilence
The silence was large as death.
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Buland al-Haydari