Thou the life lovelier than narcissist's soul,
A moment adorned with saffron smell,
Belonging towards each other,
Like the stars belong to the skies.
I outlived this lavish world,
And lurched to my feet,
Discovering the ravenous wind,
Driven by its desire to blow off last dewdrops.
There I stood in the loins of evil,
Felt my eyelids falling down,
Where beauty is entwined with misery,
And heroes come to renounce the crown.
Smoothly I handle this role,
Remembering you and me as we were born,
To melt the love into the life,
Not to give up, rise and cure the whole strife.
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