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romantic love poem

the little white prayers
the air is like a butterfly
you say you love me
your body's motion is like music
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
love me at last, or if you will not
glass-blower of time
since, if you stood by my side today
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
i loved a woman
winged shadows sweeping by
often is it not so?

 



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