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Vespers (you are near)
You are near
though I cannot see
your face.
Your voice I hear.
Your gentle breath
moves to quiet passion
the bare limbs
of your beloved trees.
I hear you say
that you love me.
Your darkness
I embrace;
for me you wait
in the rising night
with endless gift
of eternal life.
poem
by
Steven Federle
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