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Sunday, 30 December 2012

Curved Ball

I will close down, so soft, so slow
Walk again
Where the cherry blossoms grow

I say these words
On a wind worn night
With peace, not fear nor fright

The time may be long
Beneath the light of your moon
Let that I may be strong

In the swathes of poppies
Through the fields of corn
Sworn to beholden, feet worn

Howling gale, beating rain
Sounds so loud
They drown the retreating pain