An Ode Poem by El Joaquin

An Ode



in the tempest of it all
drawn from summer to fall
in an ode to the dead
in the unrest tosses in bed

it is now complete
life and death in me to meet
peace and suffering
within me the new year ring

in the arms of fair and love
loveliest are you from above
the envy of all the stars
the one who soothes my scars

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