Requiem

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Farewell, my love, our light is gone,

The fog has vanquished Lover’s dawn;

The setting sun bathes all in brass,

And nods her head as mourners pass.

 

 

 

 

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Unbidden Fog

pines in the fog

Tears spring up,

unbidden fog

to paint puddles into the equation.

She dashes them away,

angry that they would fall

into her pea soup.