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sad poem

i am old and blind
when night drifts along the streets of the city
with joy and wonder
here falls no light
up from the south at break of day
though i am little as all little things
be not false
in the dark and peace of my final bed
this is the ship of pearl
since, if you stood by my side today
brief on a flying night

 



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