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A tired heaven dying
its clouds fall staining beautiful
the shade sets in her garden
winter gardens around me
without pity…
winter , desolation , silent of dead
waters are flowing , a flood
and joyful was devoured
today heaven is your absence
that farewell to persist
and our recalls are clinging on me
with an oblivion
you went away
for aye
