Poem – Weeping

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Only weeping skies so silent
Cast past down like peace
Slowing beats in thoughts rent
Maudlin nights in mind can’t cease

Folding cloth will never crease
Though beams break through on past
Simple patters without caprice
In twilight stills but cannot last

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