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african american poetry

though i am little as all little things
and still they walked on
with lips blood red and heart of stone
gaily through the fields we danced
stuff of the moon
a mist was driving down
in an old chamber softly lit
white foam flower, red flame flower
come down at dawn from windless hills

 



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