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i miss you poem

what was it the engines said
i walk down the garden paths
all those treasures that lie
beneath the warrior's helm
brief on a flying night
daughters of time
i saw the clouds among the hills
to some the fat gods
up to her chamber window
winged shadows sweeping by
passing through huddled and ugly walls
sweet and strong
at midnight
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea

 



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