in the rain-
darkness,     the sunset
being sheathed i sit and
think of you
 
the holy
city which is your face
your little cheeks the streets
of smiles
 
your eyes half-
thrush
half-angel and your drowsy
lips where float flowers of kiss
 
and
there is the sweet shy pirouette
your hair
and then
 
your dancesong
soul.     rarely-beloved
a single star is
uttered,and i
 
think
       of you

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