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I come out of sleep only to
return into dream
I am that pain which cannot
see the world
The dreams that I dream in
the night
Are bridges that I build
across the days;
I am that note which could
not become a song.
My language filled itself
with pain
I am that range of
mountains
Which has inflicted silence
on its lips.
I am that last night whose
stars
Breaking their slavery to
darkness,
become my sentences,
run and merge themselves
with the sun
Each day I rise on the
peaks
of horizons of the
mornings;
I am that circle of song
Which scatters scarlet
light all round-
~Seshendra~
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