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nature poem

so lost
why do you always stand there shivering
who is the runner in the skies
i said, i have shut my heart
he's gone
pushing out, struggling vainly
there were three in the meadow by the brook
and still they walked on
days endeared to every muse
in the dark and peace of my final bed
under the harvest moon

 



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