My sorrow has yesterday’s vision
and the still wistful mien of today.
they’re wedded together by fancy
that weaned me from Fortune away.
It may be in nobody’s twilight.
as in a murky stream
will drown itself my sorrow
and I together with him.
The dream will remain on the outside
a step-child of twelfth-hour blight
and wonder how one can possibly
turn grey in a single night.
(Rachel Korn)
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