Burning Souls
A burnt-out lamp,
In wait for a visitor’s approach,
A lost bird,
Gazing down a long-sought road.
May distances remain short,
And the journey flow uninterrupted,
Neither can you voice your pain,
Nor can I convey my sorrow.
Time fades into obscurity,
With no sense of its passage, Let us eternally be as one,
Where two souls find their home.
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