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“A rose dreams of enjoying the company of bees, but none appears. The sun asks: ‘Aren’t you tired of waiting?’ ‘Yes,’ answers the rose, ‘but if I close my petals, I will wither and die.’” – Paulo Coelho

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My Love is like to ice, and I to fire:

How comes it then that this her cold so great

Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,

But harder grows the more I her entreat?

Or how comes it that my exceeding heat

Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,

But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,

And feel my flames augmented manifold? …

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To die at the slightest touch

of unspoken guilt

to get out of self, of silence,

abandon

the memory

that is not you

forgetfulness that is not you

the presence that is not

you

the emptiness that is not you

yet touches, brings, spins

the wasteland between outstretched fingers and beyond shadows

that cast a pall on you.

Is it a web of thoughts that envelop the world?

They fall whispering

that you saw the light

close to

a noisy, interrupted, ungraceful end.

Oh this slight flow through frequent death

like grains of sand without spirit

when it would be better to rise,

to take color, form, grace

to be clear, indomitable

to go while being

to go since you were.

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