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A Jar
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A Jar

a well growing in width
begging water from its depth
winter kidnapping spring
with horses time stumbling
'you are a son' says
a bee to its honey

I burned down all my house
opened a window to balcony
soot of the hours that on my face
testimony of witnesses-the laments

wrap up yesterday to dreams
I left ajar my colour

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Wonderful - thanks for posting this!