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romantic poem

i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
last midnight
the meadow was creeping
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
sleep, gray brother of death
i saw with open eyes
the shadows of the ships
but alas, just dreams
my soul is a dark ploughed field
into the silent land
i heard the wind all day
we lay
he speaks not well

 



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