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solitude
to match my eyes
cappucine and copper
til every truth
is fated by the glass

storms of steel
beyond the pond –
black the swan song singing
blush to pale
in blankets of the morn

wheat to sway
as winds to grieve
the answers unforgiving
times before we passed
are with us now

still the pace
of longing –
drawn to lines of love
reach for me
the part of you
unknown

. . .