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sad death poem

a bird sang
what do i owe to you
in your arms was still delight
this is the arsenal
dear wife
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
beautiful
gone are the three, those sisters rare
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
still thirteen years
beneath the warrior's helm
have you not heard
we who stood
brother, i am fire

 



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