With eyes half-open
With eyes half-open, I see your rays
They adorn my dark lashes with gold
From the east you beckon me in the morning
City of light, when will I walk your streets
I can smell incense, or am I still asleep
I swear, I felt your caress as I awoke
Your name is on my lips,
On lips that kissed your sweet stones
That dripped upon them
Honey-colored blessings
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