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fall poem

rising moon has hid the stars
my son is dead and i am going blind
roses and gold
there is no escape by the river
soft as the bed in the earth
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
do i like it
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
your body's motion is like music

 



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