Mary Grace

Rookie (16.02.1981)

Epitaph On A Living

He showed up like the bridal sun
In my heavy half-lit room
And never was he gone
So was my semi-gloom

He shone on me an eternal sun
Unasked and self-evident was his place above my fading earth
Though seldom was it a tender one
And most of the time even worse

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