Solstice
Elongated in your tresses I am
the opposite of sleep
Shab-e-Yalda, tonight
it is myself that I weave
Poet, pour the night’s
darkest wine, let me unlock
the keys to my ruin
your lips, Shab-e-Yalda!
Your wine is a deep
inkwell, let me drink it all
and die, no need to write
my name, just see
the stars, Shab-e-Yalda!
Elongated in your tresses I am
the opposite of sleep
Shab-e-Yalda, tonight
it is myself that I weave
Poet, pour the night’s
darkest wine, let me unlock
the keys to my ruin
your lips, Shab-e-Yalda!
Your wine is a deep
inkwell, let me drink it all
and die, no need to write
my name, just see
the stars, Shab-e-Yalda!
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