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Bargain of Loss
When at late hours,
The dark night wanes,
Silence prevails all around,
The stars shine,
Clear like precious gems,
Emitting out,
The light compressed.
When the wind blows,
Cool, gentle and soft,
The world enjoys sleep,
Profound and deep,
How heart wishes,
To go stealthily,
To the street of the mistress,
Waiting, anxious and restless.
To tell her passion,
To loosen the burden,
Of eyes, of heart,
To present her scented petals,
Sweet, fresh and of many colours,
In exchange of thorns and dolours.
What a pleasure it is!
In the bargain of loss.
poem
by
Muhammad Shanazar
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