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Porcelain World

The twilight forest is like a porcelain world
The lake as still as glass
My heart has become unfurled
My tears are here at last
A light rain is starting to fall
With ringlets on the water
Ever a fool the wise man is
Ever the wise man—a fool

(A re-write of a poem from the  1970’s writen at the end of a wonderful romance...)