Arrives
Regret with a cold gush of fright arrives:
Autumn, suddenly, with all its might arrives!
Not often: but every-time it rains all night;
At dawn, a letter (you could never write) arrives.
You may order every clock to turn back on Time
But the Tomorrow, however, despite arrives.
At last, the wait will be over for everyone
Our Godot with a mirror, tonight arrives.
A rut of fatality; is that what mortality is-
The long day ends, and the night arrives!
Like lamps, I have lit my books in his wake
See how my Shams ever so bright arrives!
Who dares to ask for anything else,
When finally a moment so quiet arrives?
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