View From My Window
as of late
this
is the night light of my soul
which has turned
barren the leaves of spring
and left us with nothing save
the quarrels of the cold,
the sacred vows
of the spirits who
sleep in hollow tombs.
is the night light of my soul
which has turned
barren the leaves of spring
and left us with nothing save
the quarrels of the cold,
the sacred vows
of the spirits who
sleep in hollow tombs.
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as of late
as of late
