Lamentation
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how many ways poets lament
the knowledge of death
the death of love
we face the gray winter sky
the sun occluded
the dark angels
fruit fallen from the trees
yellow leaves
muted landscape
the greatest lamentation is
that we live and die
like the yellow leaves
knowing also the world lives on
with careless disregard
for who we were
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