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LOS’S VISIT
Your increasing energy
amazes me. While I slept,
you worked through the night,
single-handedly, in bright,
black letters, writing,
and making dawn come again.
I wept when you left,
but the vision of your delight makes you beautiful,
beyond my words or yours.
As you leave, with the new day,
in your arms, you carry the sun.