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poem for dad

up from the meadows rich with corn
here lies a most beautiful lady
into the silent land
to clothe the fiery thought
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
a mile behind
i can not tell you now
the snow whispers about me
take my bracelets
by the shore, by the sea
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
be in me as the eternal moods

 



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