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Dusk

I feel my heart melting
in the mildness like candles:
my veins are slow oil
and not wine,
and I feel my life fleeing
hushed and gentle like the gazelle.

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This was really captivating, felt as if I was there on the scene watching.Love Duncan
what a poem! flowing and furious with honesty and the great dream of peace in the heart even amid the shouts and applause of hometown folks a fine poem