Over the planting sun
Hard golden clouds
Slide moist
Under the furrowed days.
Heat, the earth rocker
Comes shouting with you
Your beautiful love
I remember.
Over the snowy hills
When the grey dusk
Trails its last light
On the dying day
A thousand memories of you
Striding past
Pause and touch me
Telling me
Ineffable answers.
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