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tomb, silver laced

it was night

and the wolves howled

the sea breeze blew away

the dance of the leaves

and the trees sway.


it was night

the reaper’s realm spreads

glorious moonshine

bless thee, in memoriam

under the sparkling Rhine.

 

it was night

i gaze at the flowers

wilted, crumbling

the clouds overcast

and thunder rumbling.

 

it was night

when you died

a casket of memory

under the seed of birth

into the soil, with your pride.  

 

it was night

and you, you were

a star in the sky

beaming bright

and I would cry.

 

~ rumi

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