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best friend poem

to some the fat gods
though love repine, and reason chafe
the air is like a butterfly
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
the snow whispers about me
green afternoon serene and bright
they in the darkness gather and ask
listen to the sounding sea
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
all my love for my sweet
night is dark, and the winter winds

 



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