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fall poetry

the darkness
we break the glass whose sacred wine
royal feast was done
when night drifts along the streets of the city
the stars fell from heaven
a mile behind
i love my hour of wind and light
the mountains they are silent folk
i can not tell you now
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
by the rude bridge
some one complained to the master

 



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