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death poetry

have you seen walking through the village
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
earth travails
my sorrow, when she's here with me
beneath my window in a city street
you are beautiful and faded
i walk down the garden paths
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
this ancient silver bowl of mine

 



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