doesn't matter if it's a dream or a thought
no one stays up whole through the night
without the yearning for love, no one stays up all night in prayers
only she stays awake whose inner yearning keeps her awake
no one else stays awake
everyone can stay up for some of the night
but no one devotes all the long night to prayer
without the yearning for love, no one stays up all night in prayers
the sparkling faces of the world are now here and now gone
we all die and turn into ashes no one will recognize
let's go and see the sights for these few moments
no one stays up all through the night
It is the sorrows that keep the sorrowful awake
but the joyful are not kept awake.
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To Be Blossomed: A Poetry Collection
PoetryEven if it was a throny flower I still wished to be blossomed. | Poetry Collection |
