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autumn poetry

when i returned at sunset
as a white candle
city that is not a city
i know not where
tripping up, falling down
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
softly weeping
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
glass-blower of time
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
sing again the song you sung

 



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