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Ghazal at New Dawn
To once transcend and yet remain here
A life, what was, some wind hath lain here.
A fortress sinks by fate and blood
What glory, tell, made life adorned here?
Supple trace of ill containment
So forced from death but to be chained here.
Lilac crumbs mark travels homeward
Or a path unseen to life beyond here.
How I, a rose on nested silk
Make peace at last to travel on here.
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