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brother poem

the little white prayers
when i looked into your eyes
listen to the sounding sea
you are clear
what was it the engines said
all those treasures that lie
i stood
where shall i find you
the meadow was creeping
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
burly, dozing humble-bee
why so sad my lovely one?

 



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