When the birds dry in your eyes
And the quince blows in your heart listen, Search for the sleeping child in you For a woman who left you When you climbed the stars Stepping on the corpse of love In you You may have promised her braids: "I'll be back with something worthy of us" And you were exchanging your wing for a rock And your soul for solitude And you were becoming a question for every stranger:"Would you tell me who I am?" And they say, "Me." When the visions turn into stone And you walk and do not give birth to a dream or be born, Weep Until the dew returns and you rejoice Like love in the beginning of love when you were touching you In you
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