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grandma poem

looking beyond
a bird sang
tell me less or tell me more
for these white arms about my neck
the darkness
why do you always stand there shivering
there is no flock, however watched and tended
who loves the rain
i am the wind that wavers
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
often is it not so?
truely
good woman

 



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