At the Twilight

At the twilight, a moon appeared in the sky;
 
Then it landed on earth to look at me.
 
Like a hawk stealing a bird at the time of prey;
 
That moon stole me and rushed back into the sky.
 
I looked at myself, I did not see me anymore;
 
For in that moon, my body turned as fine as soul.
 
The nine spheres disappeared in that moon;
 
The ship of my existence drowned in that sea.
 
 
 

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