Prime

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Title:     Prime
Author: Amy Lowell [More Titles by Lowell]

Your voice is like bells over roofs at dawn
When a bird flies
And the sky changes to a fresher color.

Speak, speak, Beloved.
Say little things
For my ears to catch
And run with them to my heart.

[The end]
Amy Lowell's poem: Prime

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