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a russian lament

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the lyrical tones of a robert graves poem
brush lovingly across her lips
like the caressing fingertips
of an old lover;

she has memorised the touch,
the way her heart skips with
each shaky breath.
she watches it hang

indecisively in the air,
waiting, and follows it, mouthing:
despite the snow,
despite the falling snow.