she sees the slanted, setting sun
but the master is out of sight,
she washes her lengthy curtain,
like seasons, beauty changes;
she peers through the branches
of the fresh, young willow,
his chains murmur and sway.
as the day beds, so he shall,
it lulls momentarily one moment added:
in dream he is as will one day more.
always for, beloved Master
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
4aug11
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