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Poetry Without Boundaries
Nov 25, 2010
DARK CLOUDS BENEATH
THE MOON IN CREST
THE SCENT OF BURNING LEAVES MARKS FALL
AND IN THE NIGHT A MIST DISPERSED
UNEARTHLY ETHERS AROUND ALL
THE SNOWDRIFTS DEEP
THE NORTH WIND WRESTS
LINGERING LEAVES INTO DYING SWIRLS
BLOWN FAR FROM PLACES MEN COULD REACH
BY MEANS OF MOTION IN THIS WORLD
A TRACE OF GRIEF
HER TEARS SUPRESSED
SUSPEND HIM IN IMMORTAL ICE
AND HER HEART CAN KNOW NO PEACE
SHE GIVES HER LOVE AS SACRIFICE
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