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The Epitaph (Free verse) by vulcan
The Waves marry clandestine
On the green banks of the overflowing
Overwhelming Nature;
I try to combine
In the midst of the scrupulousness of tuberculosis
that stains with color the pale handkerchief of my Existence
Happiness with Blood;
But O those flushed flowers are in full bud again
And I find fishes unwinking once more
No!I feel ,I feel the disturbing distance
Between this vaulted grave and that Vaulted Sky.
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Weighted score: 5.1986713
Overall Rank: 4556
Posted: November 24, 2002 12:50 AM PST; Last modified: January 16, 2006 1:24 AM PST
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