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I have found at the end of day
Beyond the night of sleep to lay
Til whence begins the morn
The most assured way
Of winnowing in the play
To rid one's self
Of responsibilities' faces
To fondly love in far off places
Kissing ruddy lips and cheeks
On mares in meadowed peaks
Held captive in dreams
Awash in dawn's blessed air
Sheets and sunlit streams
Brow and hair
Limbs drawn near
Till opening eyes go there
Pleasant images adrift surmising
Are taken back to the center
Like a Jasmine's fragrance rising
Into clouds of coming winter.
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