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christmas poem

and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
sweet with fern and rose
there is no flock, however watched and tended
is there anybody there
they ask me where i've been
i saw with open eyes
see i give myself to you
sun stepped down from his golden throne
quietly, with reverance, in awe
i am the wind that wavers

 



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