The
night has thousand faces
And
I know
I
am none of them tonight
I
am stranger to millions of stars
The
day has thousand hands
It
tries to find me
With
a dagger on its shoulder
Exhumes
me
From
my sleep-tomb
I
speak like a half requited ghost
I
haunt the night
To
find the exact constellation of love
I
mourn the day
Like
the dying of a beloved friend
I
write hope
On
the back of my palms
To
remind me of birds
Free
to fly
Finally
Day
and night rest
Together
Like
twin babies inside my head
What
a strange invisible mother
Time
is to us all!
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