Hands that pray for warmth
Come together to whisper
A silent wish of her being
The moon becomes the master
And she the willing slave
On nights of his silver glory
She hides in a trembling cave
The ghosts recite their tales
The lovers long to smile
She drowns in the weeping waters
of an inconsolable Nile.
Ahead she never moves
Before she never loves
Draws the curtains of smiles
And listens to lonely doves
In blue she breathes her days
In grey she sings the nights
Away from herself in truth
Away from laughing lights
From different worlds she rises
And sinks in the eager sands
All that remains behind
Are her prayers in a pair of hands.
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