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grandma poem

they in the darkness gather and ask
to clothe the fiery thought
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
the pale day drowses on the western steep
it tells of good old times
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
one by one, like leaves from a tree
this ancient silver bowl of mine
the stars fell from heaven
love has been sung a thousand ways
i stood by the open casement
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow

 



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