I must remember
Those caring voices,
sweetest to my heart:
Inboxed messages
And, even if
Loneliness ripens, gaily
To wag the hanging 'time'
Let me have the Sun
For my dearest friend;
Confiding, open-hearted
The glow of my heart
May I be plagued by
The joy of destruction
Let me grimly take
The pilgrimage , that
Which is dead-me and gone
Trailing grey smokes
Serpentine to skies.
Yet if I dream,
I will dream, freshness:
The 'true friend'
And my life-task!
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