I stay home, and wander around the shelves
There I find you on the top mounts
Like Himalayan waters, your flow begins
There you travel through words
They illustrate your vessels
They argue about your whereabouts
Like you have been companion of the writers
Your historic glimpse shines there
Downward gaze, and upward echoes
Your hairy smell I read in Neruda's lines
I reach you whenever I read literature
I listen to you in the depth of music
I witness your versatile walkway
Your style, so powerful, so marvelous
You're photographed in sunset
Your anger meets me in oceanic waves
Every single tide recalls your memories
You're positioned in permanence, my beloved
You don't drift, you do not die ever!
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