Forty Two Winters
We are hemisphered shadows eclipsing the whole. Ghosts after infinity.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
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When I am gone from here and now,
When you will also go somehow,
Where will scatter these sun-gold rays,
The ashes of our sunflower days?
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