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Amidst the streams of the river, the flow was achanging

And autumn rain unfolded its charm.

With the thorns of absence

So sweet to your skin -

In the dusty veils of morning,

You had forgiven all bearing.

The land blessed the manifold faces of your love.

The garden lies asleep, the grave unclouded

And we dance about a fallen Sun.

Night-moths on her wings:

A staggering moon.