Keep slow the pace
O my wandering legs
Patiently; as I
March my grave
Patietly you keep vigil
Looking at me
Your laurels
Twikling stars
My dying song, play
Me a whisper
along the cemetary
Drying leaves rustling
Bother me not by your hush
Half dead
I energize
To enliven my soul
silently
I lie reading Fatiha
To myself.
What repose accrue
Will gather along the cosmic whirl
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