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Ghazal 4 Leaving I bear the scars of an unfulfilled longing to exist like an extinguished candle I know no place of friendship In unity of senses the door of the mirror has opened the perfect and imperfect are lost within Pursuit has unraveled the strings of beauty's veil leaving nothing but threads for those who can see In my heart the longing to love just one has fallen by knowing no reward but the longing for one I am not a coward of love but I know this heart once full of pride has cowered |