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aindschie


Free Account, Berlin

soon

"I am not afraid as I descend,
step by step, leaving behind the salt wind
blowing up the corrugated river,

Above the hurt sky is weeping,
soaked nightingales have ceased to sing.
Dusk has come early. I am drowning in blue.

I dream of a green garden
where the sun feathers my face
like your once eager kiss.

Soon, soon I will climb
from this blackened earth
into the diffident light."

-- Sue Hubbard

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