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13
time stopped moving in the garden of silence
sun's tenderness on my back
in my closed eyes threads of gold
tainted greenish brown;
winter, death, hides
in the cracks and crevices
behind the facade of chirping birds
and the innocent gust of autumn
gathers strength for the last great
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1/12/97