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mother daughter poem

the darkness rolls upward
the poets tell
above them all, looking down
there is a city, builded by no hand
why are the things that have no death
when i go back to earth
eighty years have passed, and more
out of the window a sea of green trees
awful truths these be
but alas, just dreams
roses and gold
i love to steal awhile away

 



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