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October 2009 
uesat y christo, an oestre poem
Posted on Apr 12th, 2009
by 
davie
davie
water flows here softly.
Osir green,
red Magdalena never ran
from your tomb...
there, her dove.
your rainbow.
brother seth sits,
weeping- for joy!
though his humwawa
is but scattered wind-
bread is broken.
Osir green,
red Magdalena never ran
from your tomb...
there, her dove.
your rainbow.
brother seth sits,
weeping- for joy!
though his humwawa
is but scattered wind-
bread is broken.
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Sometimes you write such a (hmm, seeking for the word) “ecumenical” pieces Davie. This piece has these elements in it (for me) and yet - not.
I feel like this is the reunion of souls and it connects even me in its web.
1000 halis