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friendship poetry

i am the wind that wavers
high-born race
with lips blood red and heart of stone
softly weeping
afraid no more, i say
for then without
often is it not so?
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
under a spreading chestnut tree
it was many and many a year ago
he's gone
a little peach in the orchard grew

 



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