New Love
A hand swoops down from the sky. It has come again,
a freshness touching everything on the page
of a last chapter. Now till the end of my age
I shall breathe the word of the sun, and the small rain.
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A hand swoops down from the sky. It has come again,
a freshness touching everything on the page
of a last chapter. Now till the end of my age
I shall breathe the word of the sun, and the small rain.