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when morning comes
and I have slept
beyond our everafter ~
don’t wait me long
or think me gone
ahead

as buds
beneath the snowfall
melted ~
rose before the dawn
a mirror of reflection
hides the jealous moon

drifted out
across the pond
silver deep asleeping
casting out forever
with a net
of jagged stars

a cup of words
and I a song
shall make

. . .

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