your beam of light
adorns my eyes
blinded by erring in airs
darks where soul
cannot alight
cannot sojourn
earth
you call your lips
where for a night
you house the stranger
gates of wind
open up in my ears
its your whisper I hear
remember
this is nirvana
of all shores
the other
here
your hands in mine
weigh petals
as from the plum-tree
they loosen their hold
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