I exist
In glimpse of a shadowy morning,
The vibration of cricket’s wings
Flow of salty pearl between broken lines of your eyes
Barefoot,
I stand, half Man, half God,
Half full
Half empty
Half old
Half child
Half lost
Half aware
Wings of my love, extended from far-east to far-west
And the whole world
A dancing shadow
In palm of my hands
In the depth of my soul
My fiery heart
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