What pain
you field me, across
my greenery
All relationship
sward a dust
to my heart
heavy with silent beat
Many a kith and kin
take wings of their
allotted time
in a fur of heavenly pass
I only remain
barren of supple hands, and
a soft kiss
As I bend helpless
walking my blind stick
I grope my fingers
for a touch
may be with longer hands
He will come, and
artifice my walk from here
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