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The Sad Plains
because i feel you
you have become as beautiful as ever
the seasons come and go
winter and summer
and then i feel you no more
and silently i see that ugliness in you
but because i love you
and because i made a promise to love forever
i do not summon words and take shelter
among them in the reality of
the sound
i stay on this temple above a mountain
and beside the cliff
i talk to the wind and gaze forever on the
sad faces of the plains
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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