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Awaken, My Love
Awaken, my love.
For the trees
against the sky
seem to free
my tired eyes.
Darken, my love.
For the black
contrasts the light
like the latch
to the high-flying kite.
Hasten, my love.
For I only have so much time
before the curtains fall so fast.
You've been more than kind
on the lake on which you cast
those little,
lethal
stones.
For the trees
against the sky
seem to free
my tired eyes.
Darken, my love.
For the black
contrasts the light
like the latch
to the high-flying kite.
Hasten, my love.
For I only have so much time
before the curtains fall so fast.
You've been more than kind
on the lake on which you cast
those little,
lethal
stones.
Published 17th Aug 2017
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