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halloween poem

still thirteen years
the agony of having too much power
they may talk of love in a cottage
who will be naming the wind
through the broad earth's aching breast
thoughts through my head
i walk down the garden paths
often is it not so?
a mist was driving down
blossoms of babies
i burn no incense
the fragrance came
among the mountains i wandered

 



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