Never hath my twinkling mate
made my eyes leakybeing late
nor have their glory in night
darkened by the light
of human birds flight
Darkest are those nights
when the blanket of rain
drink the moonlight and winking
Birth till my death
they illuminate the zenith
after the death
will i shine
among the glitters of mine
in the heaven
on the silk to woven
My desert which is always green 
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