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wedding poetry

a mist was driving down
musing, between the sunset and the dark
high-born race
happiness
i hold your heart
little park that i pass through
storm
passing through huddled and ugly walls
made up of loveliness alone
what spiteful chance steals unawares
there is no flock, however watched and tended
i am the wind that wavers
there is no escape by the river

 



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