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sister poem

a few more windy days
what do i owe to you
eighty years have passed, and more
the meadow was creeping
the lightning flashed, and lifted
let a joy keep you
gone are the three, those sisters rare
under dusky laurel leaf
leave the lovely words unsaid
this ancient silver bowl of mine

 



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