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Sweet sky...



That Hour

by Karin Boye

No breathless summer night sky
reaches so far into eternity,
no lake, when mists lighten,
mirrors such stillness
as that hour -

when loneliness's limits are effaced
and the eyes become transparent
and the voices become simple as winds
and there is nothing more to hide. 
How can I now be afraid?
I shall never lose you.

carolb5@hotmail.com



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