The wall has grown all black, upto the circling roof. Roads are empty, travellers all gone. Once again My night begins to converse with its loneliness; My visitor I feel has come once again. Henna stains one palm, blood wets another; One eye poisons, the other cures. None leaves or enters my heart`s lodging; Loneliness leaves the flower of pain unwatered, Who is there to fill the cup of its wound with color? My visitor I feel has come once again, Of her own will, my old friend--her name Is Death: a friend in need, yet an enemy-- The murderess and the sweetheart!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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