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Stop, all music stop

my soul can't

fathom your soul -

so deep, so dark, so cold

I wept when you said

Stop, do not sing

Stop, do not cry

Stop, begone.

Your name is a song

of a flowing river

and that of a pigeon

that cooes every morning

like a chime of bell from a belfry

singing, dancing with the air

giving life to my soul.

I stopped listening to your song

I stopped singing a song

when you said -

Stop, die, begone!

9:05 am

21st March 2013

Dubai, UAE