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May 5
High currents are bursting at the rivers,
pouring Winter's splendour
to the cup of the sea.
Now sunlight will drink
from that eastern edge where its spilling gold bursts out --
and blinded, I will dip my fingers
in the wading wash of day.
Grace
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Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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