That night when the storm shattered my doors
You entered my room and I didn’t know.
All was dark – the lamps went out,
I stretched my arms seeking help in vain.
A bad dream I thought, lying in the dark dorm.
Alas! Your victory pennon was only the storm.
In the morning, I saw you standing there
Amidst my emptiness that has filled the sphere.
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