soul.

You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and you are like the word Melancholy.

I like for you to be still，and you seem far away.

It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.

And you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you:

Let me come to be still in your silence.

And let me talk to you with your silence

that is bright as a lamp,simple as a ring.

You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.

Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.

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