You left me – Sire – two Legacies – (713)

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You left me – Sire – two Legacies –
A Legacy of Love
A Heavenly father would suffice
Had He the offer of –

You left me Boundaries of Pain –
Capacious as the sea
Between Eternity and time
Your Consciousness – and me –
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