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son poem

when the hours of day are numbered
gone are the three, those sisters rare
i know what you're going to say
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
day is done
white foam flower, red flame flower
i wonder where you live
under the harvest moon
this is the song of youth
these be
i made a vow once, one only
days endeared to every muse
out of me unworthy and unknown

 



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