How long will the sun linger
on the low edge of winters
western sky,
and how far will its shadow
reach across the iris
of my eye,
and how long will I stay
within the sound of its
lonesome cry.
LINGERING
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How long will the sun linger
on the low edge of winters
western sky,
and how far will its shadow
reach across the iris
of my eye,
and how long will I stay
within the sound of its
lonesome cry.