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mûre
Poems
Jan 2012
The Goldest Hour
e r s t w h i le
the sounds i sought
cupped palms to cradle
The Goldest Hour
-each fi re f ly
sy ll a ble
though lit in
your eyes,
could not measure nor hold
Words are evanescent.
Pay heed to my soul.
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