Through your almondine green eyes
love me when the waters are still
love me when the tides rise
and the buttermilk churns
beneath the gray skies
of an Autumn's windjammer
the falling leaves of sycamores
love me in your anonymous
love me beneath your cold stone
while I am still living
beneath the gray skies
of an Autumn's windjammer
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