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autumn poem

i love my hour of wind and light
softly weeping
there by the window in the old house
at midnight
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
there is a country full of wine
calm as that second summer
the shadows of the ships
leave the lovely words unsaid
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
that year
i am the wind that wavers
she must go back, she said

 



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