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-desert winds-

The lone
Makeshift grave

The hungry poem

We spend our lives searching

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(For what ?-- what does it mean ? )

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A touch of a loveliness that speaks
Of an eternity
containing  all lonely graves

And the muted footsteps
Of each son and daughter
That is

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Gentleness
She walks across the street and is gone

Only truth follows

The truth that every boy contains