Rapunzel
Age: 124
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Pakistan, Pakistan
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Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.
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Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
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The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
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It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.
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The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
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The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their meness?
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Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
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Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
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Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
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Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
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What language is thine, O sea?
The language of eternal question.
What language is thy answer, O sky?
The language of eternal silence.
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Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
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Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
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I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
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There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
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What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
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My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master.
Let me but listen.
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I cannot choose the best.
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