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Friday, January 23, 2009

Dusk in Winter

The sun sets in the cold without friends
Without reproaches after all it has done for us
It goes down believing in nothing
When it is gone I hear the stream running after it
It has brought its' flute- It is a long way
by W.S. Merwin
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