Dark, more dark,
See the days here.
And in dark
They play.
Dark has no death.
If you are ready to
Love the dark,
Dark may kiss you,
And you may see
Yourself half.
Ask not for
Other half, my dear,
Since the sun is
Before you, nothing is to utter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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