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Pastoral

 

All for one surpassing flower 
     I'll sing a thousand songs;
I'll let the minute roam the hour,
     the whole wide day beyond.

Here I'll leave the bloom unshaken,
     my heart a ready vase;
until all my breath is taken
     and shared among the stars.

This much- the imprint in the grass-
    where I have stood so long,
let harmless twilight come to pass,
     there is the footprint gone.

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◄ Love Begins At Fifty

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