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death poem

the meadow was creeping
city that is not a city
perhaps
when i returned at sunset
stir
renew the vision of delight
beneath the warrior's helm
i have seen the proudest stars
sleep, gray brother of death
and with the humming bird
their beautiful hair

 



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