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birds against the april wind
along the banks
what spiteful chance steals unawares
have you seen walking through the village
i burn no incense
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
old wine to drink
see i give myself to you
for truth, for love
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
quietly, with reverance, in awe
beautiful, tragical faces
desolate and lone
softly weeping

 



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