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nature poem

desolate and lone
so fallen
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
i heard the wind all day
moonlight deep and tender
come down at dawn from windless hills
and so it goes
i had a dream and i awoke with it
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
i can not tell you now
glooms of the live-oaks
death's nobility again
who will be naming the wind
i loathed you

 



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