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grandma poem

up from the meadows rich with corn
there is no escape by the river
the sky
in an old chamber softly lit
did you ever hear of
master of human destinies am i
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
a few more windy days
there is an hour of peaceful rest
he's gone
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
star-dust and vaporous light

 



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