Sep 2014
It turns
and you turn,
away for a while,
as if you never were,
but
no swansong
heard.
Goodbye
is lost
in smiling strength;
no mourning warn
in morning warm.
and you turn,
away for a while,
as if you never were,
but
no swansong
heard.
Goodbye
is lost
in smiling strength;
no mourning warn
in morning warm.
(Manchester)
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