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The Old Woman

About death that comes for you...
As a white candle
In a holy place
So is the beauty
Of a aged face

As the spent radiance
Of the winter sun
So is a woman
With her travail done

Her children gone from her
And her thoughts as still
Under a dark ground
Will give her rest and she will come no more
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Published: 7/31/2008
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