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if your eyes find mine

in gloom and weary,

´tis because they have been apart

too long

from your sight.

they grow weak at the remembrance

of your fine, ruby eyes

and the times we loved one another

on the streets, carefree.

no other soul

to disrupt our quietude

my eyes had seen: but now

too many people walk between,

and I do wonder if I will ever

see joy again.

The multitude of risks

tries one´s patience immensely.

those days, I used to dance with

Leper women and their husbands

and give immortality ponder,

but this no more.

and if you ever find me

plunged in sadness again,

why! ´tis ´cause we have parted.

(30out2004)