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autumn poetry

the body may confine
there is no flock, however watched and tended
sweet with fern and rose
for these white arms about my neck
this ancient silver bowl of mine
i am old and blind
leave the lovely words unsaid
green afternoon serene and bright
full of tears
when a deed is done for freedom
quietly, with reverance, in awe
the long resounding marble corridors

 



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