Season of myrrh and apple loneliness
Long-burdened friend of sky
When gold fires fill the streets
And the flowery stars drift by
To feed on summer's corpse
And the moon looks you in the eye
And blinks giving it all away
The secret falls apart in seeds
Each one hiding a secret sky
Where trembling it must stand
And lift its arms in praise
Hand holding hand
In these dark days
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