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
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