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short love poem

she must go back, she said
the darkness rolls upward
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
risen from the dead
we break the glass whose sacred wine
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
once this soft turf
this ancient silver bowl of mine
shades of night were falling fast
i stood

 



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