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I smelled you on the air today. The clouds put forth their dimmest face. Touched not by sun, not a single ray Though they leave their mark on all of space. Yet leave me be, alone, to pray. A twisting of leaves behind my back, A dancing of wind in a rainless mist, A growing foreboding, amorphous black, All meet in my center, a destined tryst. Surprising my mind in a slow attack. Oh! Leave me be, to pray alone Beside your side, where oft' I've knelt. This dread, this fear, which seems to've grown Comes soft, replacing what else I've felt And other such things, as joy, I've known. A slow attack, behind my mind, A gathering force to drench my face. No other escape can I find �Less I burrow to share your eternity space. But I fear that the shadows of Fate are unkind. For other such things I've known, as Life And still many more. I become afraid, For the meeting of dread and the mist, and this strife Is heavier when �gainst those joys are weighed. And take up the place of those feelings they kife. The unkind Fates, indifferent those. A heavy hand on granite stone. To speak my mind, a silent rose. For I here linger, ever alone. And you here rest in sweet repose. |
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