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  • A group of lines, for the occaision of verse day, from my notebook

    Saffron lace and lemon silk,

    Eyes of honey, voice of milk,

    You, to my soul, are the dawn.

    But it is night, when I awake

    and you, my dream, are gone.

    A giant man lifted me,

    upon his shoulders carried me,

    over raging waters.

    Troubled no more, I was free

    to walk the distant shore.

    Lightly, I went among the boulders,

    that ancient river’s daughters.
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