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christmas poetry

when i returned at sunset
he speaks not well
melancholy, blue it was
the long resounding marble corridors
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
the lightning flashed, and lifted
truely
and still they walked on
little gate was reached at last
a few more windy days
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale

 



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