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short love poem

in halls of sleep you wandered by
he speaks not well
to some the fat gods
night is dark, and the winter winds
this ancient silver bowl of mine
under the harvest moon
sweet and strong
on and on
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
rose and amber was the sunset on the river

 



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