The evening sky is gold and vast.I’m soothed by April’s cool caress.You’re late. Too many years have passed, -I’m glad to see you, nonetheless.Come closer, sit here by my side,Be gentle with me, treat me kind:This old blue notebook – look inside –I wrote these poems as a child.Forgive me that I felt forsaken,That grief and angst was all I knew.Forgive me that I kept mistakingToo many other men for you.
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The evening sky is gold and vast.
I’m soothed by April’s cool caress.
You’re late. Too many years have passed, -
I’m glad to see you, nonetheless.
Come closer, sit here by my side,
Be gentle with me, treat me kind:
This old blue notebook – look inside –
I wrote these poems as a child.
Forgive me that I felt forsaken,
That grief and angst was all I knew.
Forgive me that I kept mistaking
Too many other men for you.
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