Desolation's desert.
I'm here with shadows of your voice,
your lips as mirage, now trembling.
grass and dust of distance
have let this desert bloom
with your roses.
Near me breathes the thin air that's your kiss.
It smolders,
slowly - slowly, musk of itself.
And further, drop by drop,
beyond the horizon, shines on Time's face,
touched it...
So caressing
that although it's shadow parting's morning
it's as if night's come,
bringing you to my brave arms.
by Agha Shahid Ali
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