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christmas poetry

doubtless i remember still
when, full of warm and eager love
sun stepped down from his golden throne
that year
in the dark and peace of my final bed
this ancient silver bowl of mine
why then, must we see?
long ago, in the young moonlight
lady, your heart has turned to dust
love me at last, or if you will not
brother, i am fire

 



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