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love poem

i cannot always feel his greatness
stuff of the moon
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
as a white candle
from song and dream for ever gone
the air is full of dawn and spring
quietly, with reverance, in awe
daughters of time
dark-eyed
risen from the dead
my son is dead and i am going blind
a little peach in the orchard grew

 



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