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Heavenly
Оглавлениеthe moon came to the night
in a silvery dress dangling
like a pearl on a necklace in
the heavens. you could hear
the hearts beating on the city
rooftops, the eyelids walked
on the sidewalk slipping into
dreams, the little girls yet on
the stoops taken by the hand
to cross the ancient sky to
shout in the wind. down the
hill by the east river shores the
faint singing of night birds on
the banks could be heard all
night. the raised heads in prayer
understood magnificent times like
this remind us nothing can keep us
from rites of Spring and how they
cough up memories of departed
loves.
