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love poem

the meadow was creeping
i am old and blind
a few more windy days
grieve not for the invisible
so fallen
a mile behind
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
if i should die, think only this of me
the swan existing
he speaks not well
of sun nor stars
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
therefore i may not

 



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