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The fallen flaming leaf
Waits for the snow in vain,
Hopes to cool the burning wreath
That leaves its heart in pain
Before the winds of decay
Silence passion’s ecstasy.
O leaf, whose drops of fire
Point their fingers at the sky,
Whose vibrant sinews seek the ire
Trapped in eyes that blink, but do not cry,
What passing cloud, what swirling star
Can return your lover from afar?
I am the leaf, I am the flame,
And I am the snow
That makes anonymous my name;
For only the true lover knows
That time heals not wounds
Else the sanguine sinews cease to swoon.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
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