Some nights I wear all the nakedness of my years. I am the truth
of a bare tree and a promise that I carry with me before he started
from the eternal.
some evenings I feel all the evil of life, as a labor
that I can not stand, like an ancient
promise to keep.
.
wild ducks in flight
rises as distracted by the noise in the reeds
another day.
Beatrice Niccolai
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