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surprised

How with an air of quiet grace
she’s come into my life
so like the way
the moon slides silently behind a cloud.
And only yesterday
I thought myself too old
to be an object of desire,
too winter-waned without,
within, ice greyed
and blurred
to have once more
the heart inside me
stirred.
Written by Baldwin
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