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wedding poem

i saw with open eyes
have you heard
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
the old songs
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
when night drifts along the streets of the city
why so sad my lovely one?
i make my shroud, but no one knows
now that i have cooled to you
burly, dozing humble-bee
who loves the rain
i have heard them in the night
be in me as the eternal moods

 



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