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Cathar

By Jehanne Mehta

Let me not escape from this moment:
Keep me captive in your arms until I see
From under the wrinkled earthen lids of time
The sudden eye of love wink blindingly;
And all that ever blossomed, blossom now,
Radiant white along the blackened bough.

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