Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.

It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water.
Will you carry the burden of their lameness?

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other

Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.

My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master. Let me but listen.

I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.
It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this. I had been waiting long.

The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness, with her silent steps of love.
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