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love poem

my soul is a dark ploughed field
let me be sad
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
tell me less or tell me more
i saw the clouds among the hills
it tells of good old times
i loved a woman
we who stood
often is it not so?
quietly, with reverance, in awe
who is the runner in the skies

 



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