your words touch
me
like the poets of persia
solitary
melancholy
but with a hint of grace
as cool as the night winds
come
sit beside me
drink from my cup
tell me of your day
i will listen long
into the evening
while the embers of the fire
grow as cold
as the voices
who would mock us
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