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christian poem

here falls no light
she limps with halting painful pace
the pale day drowses on the western steep
thou unrelenting past
of sun nor stars
my son is dead and i am going blind
if the red slayer think he slays
take my bracelets
in his guarded tent
out of the window a sea of green trees
i am dying
who is the runner in the skies

 



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