Retrospective forty-three
love comes down
like falling rain
that moistened up my eyes,
obscure riddles
thrown in pain
have cluttered up my skies,
what goes out
must come back
far more cool than wise,
every wall
will have a crack
the sun will set and then will rise.
September 6, 1979
like falling rain
that moistened up my eyes,
obscure riddles
thrown in pain
have cluttered up my skies,
what goes out
must come back
far more cool than wise,
every wall
will have a crack
the sun will set and then will rise.
September 6, 1979
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