she comes again inside this dusk
with another mask but as soon as she sings
you begin to remember
the flowers of her youth
the bridge that fell
the chain of daisies on her hair
one bright summer day
the meteor's tail
the guitar strings
the violets and roses and the dance
in her circle of life
you recognize her because frankly my dear
she is also you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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