Poetry
Two days, you say?
Two days, you say, when the sun will not rise?
When the stars will be in slumber?
When the moon will hide behind a veil of clouds? Two days, lady, is a lifetime for a mendicant.
Two days without your laughter is an elegy.
Two days without your eyes is darkness in the storm. In two days, pretty woman, the skies go grey.
In two days, death comes and becomes memory.
In the space of two days, the soul loses song. In two days, thousands have died in history.
Two days have been an eternity for weary soldiers.
In two days, pestilence has put paid to a child's life. For two days, priests have prayed for rain and wind.
In two days, blistering heat has left the earth parched.
Two days, my goddess, are days lost to eternity. And two days you will not be here, you say?
Two days when age will creep in, sink in?
For two days, the strings will refuse to play. For two days, dream woman, no dreams will rise.
For two days the blustery winds will blow.
For two whole days, the heart will crouch in pain. Two days, Radhike, when Krishna will not sing.
For two days the mythical flute will stay silent.
For two days the stream's gurgles will not be heard. Two days, just two days, when Pompeii died.
For two days Leonard Woolf searched far and wide.
For two days Virginia Woolf remained untraced. Don't go, woman of wild, engrossing beauty.
Stay, for two days, and then go for three.
For two days let me serenade you night and day. Will you still go? Will you yet stay away?
When the stars will be in slumber?
When the moon will hide behind a veil of clouds? Two days, lady, is a lifetime for a mendicant.
Two days without your laughter is an elegy.
Two days without your eyes is darkness in the storm. In two days, pretty woman, the skies go grey.
In two days, death comes and becomes memory.
In the space of two days, the soul loses song. In two days, thousands have died in history.
Two days have been an eternity for weary soldiers.
In two days, pestilence has put paid to a child's life. For two days, priests have prayed for rain and wind.
In two days, blistering heat has left the earth parched.
Two days, my goddess, are days lost to eternity. And two days you will not be here, you say?
Two days when age will creep in, sink in?
For two days, the strings will refuse to play. For two days, dream woman, no dreams will rise.
For two days the blustery winds will blow.
For two whole days, the heart will crouch in pain. Two days, Radhike, when Krishna will not sing.
For two days the mythical flute will stay silent.
For two days the stream's gurgles will not be heard. Two days, just two days, when Pompeii died.
For two days Leonard Woolf searched far and wide.
For two days Virginia Woolf remained untraced. Don't go, woman of wild, engrossing beauty.
Stay, for two days, and then go for three.
For two days let me serenade you night and day. Will you still go? Will you yet stay away?
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