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as evening falls
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
at dawn, he said
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
night is dark, and the winter winds
when i returned at sunset
my soul is a dark ploughed field
sun stepped down from his golden throne
skies they were ashen and sober
i loved a woman
there was a strangeness on your lips

 



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