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broken heart poem

through the broad earth's aching breast
my soul is a dark ploughed field
which i wish to remark
but alas, just dreams
tell me not
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
i heard the wind all day
eighty years have passed, and more
i can not tell you now
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
the ancient songs
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones

 



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