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lost love poem

i am a woman
once this soft turf
lady, your heart has turned to dust
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
with joy and wonder
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
wheel me down by the meadow
rocked in the cradle of the deep
often is it not so?
i have seen the proudest stars
babylon-where i go dreaming

 



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