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When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf,
  Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds;
And I can only stare, and shape my grief
  In little words.

I cannot conjure loveliness, to drown
  The bitter woe that racks my cords apart.
The weary pen that sets my sorrow down
  Feeds at my heart.

There is no mercy in the shifting year,
  No beauty wraps me tenderly about.
I turn to little words- so you, my dear,
  Can spell them out.

Added: 25 Nov 2001 | Last Read: 7 Sep 2008 5:37 AM | Viewed: 3586 times

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