I see her,
Through the ruffles
Of my pale curtains
Drowned by the weight
Of mystic dew
She stands there,
In the garden
Stooping all earthwards...
It occurs to me,
I am also is,
As she is
Holding the albatross
Of my buried dreams
I stand here,
In my world
Subdued all downwards...
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