Eaves

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As the year ends             
Flood sorrows in diamonds
Seas roar and tumble.
Misery in gulfs and storms,
Peace waded under rocks  

Skies eloquent and mine
Gray, limpid beds                       
Of turmoil, water flowers
Those kinds;
Many are left home ashore
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