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fall poem

my son is dead and i am going blind
sun stepped down from his golden throne
roses and gold
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
one with you
renew the vision of delight
truely
and so it goes
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
let us plant
i make my shroud, but no one knows

 



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