When the perched luminous blinds
and the lofty dreams begin to
sink back to the slumber..
ascends when the crepuscle again..
with the dour rising to d reign again
lustrous arise thee tittling the sullen
thee whom adorns the gracility of scintilla
who's consummate and effulgent as the maker Himself
Thee who art love
thee who art my Zahir
and I live on... thine,yet another while
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