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poem for dad

sun stepped down from his golden throne
my son is dead and i am going blind
when freedom from her mountain height
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
skies they were ashen and sober
why so sad my lovely one?
see, they return
sun and wind and beat of sea
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
we were not many
sweet with fern and rose

 



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