Jan. 30, 1973 Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

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Untitled I (2/12/73)

The wind grows cold
Drawing my coat about me
And I wish that coat were you.

The wind becomes my soul
Searching for a reason
Heralding the season
And I know - 

The birds fly high
Higher into the blue sky
And that blue sky is your life.

I can't remember clearly
Why I loved you dearly
Why my life grows dreary
Why you've gone away

My life grows cold
I lost my coat I burnt it
And I know that coat was you.

The wind becomes my soul
Searching for a reason
Heralding the season
And I know.

1973

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