what hymn to sing to you,
what myrrh to anoint you
shall i find today?
in better days, my words have rolled
the myrrh has flowed
and i have made the heavens descend
and humbly before me rest
today, what bitter day it is:
no words to reach you
no myrrh to soothe you,
nor eyes to see you
yet in this body run seas of words not yet expressed
and in these eyes idle placid lakes of tears not yet shed
that will one day pour forth upon you
and be the poetry and myrrh i seek today
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this is fantastic. it's extremely difficult, and exciting, to have so much left unspoken inside.
i agree - eshte shume poezi e ndjere
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