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grandma poem

renew the vision of delight
high walls and huge
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
wheel me down by the meadow
for truth, for love
there is a country full of wine
with lips blood red and heart of stone
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
all down the years
you are my companion
i am a woman
there is an hour of peaceful rest
when freedom from her mountain height
what do i owe to you

 



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