These Great Horses of History

 

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There is a naked weeping girl

In my heart, like a snowflake

Blessed a thousand raining times

 

Every time I hear her bronze name

Whose body was like

A thousand fingers

 

Of autumn and kissing history

These loves that come and go

Like the sweet music of

Soft birds of May, or

 

The moist valley in a pair of eyes

Our lives cannot maintain

Their whiteness, the uncovered flesh

 

Turns to a kind of stone

Where thinking the name

Of love, becomes the only song

That matters, still uncovering

 

The wilderness, never too late

The naked weeping girl

Will not rest, but dress in

 

Gold cloth a billion times

In another heart, over and young

Never truly growing old…

 

 

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