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Oct 30
the ancient elder
softly dawn came
mother cried
her gentle autumnal dreams
squandered

bare branch bird
the bell of november
Fathers spent silence


Loves lost chanceΒ Β 
the proximity of ancient sadness
Heads bowed
the moon crumbled
Written by
antony glaser  61/M/croydon
(61/M/croydon)   
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