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autumn poem

but alas, just dreams
it was the autumn of the year
so fallen
over the river they beckon to me
dear wife
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
desolate and lone
through the broad earth's aching breast
the little white prayers
sad are they who know not love
a storm is riding on the tide

 



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