To a Woman Passer-by

I have once seen passing-by

A face rich with pain,

That seemed akin to me deeply and clandestinely,

So god-sent -

And passed and disappeared.

I have once seen passing-by

A face rich with pain,

That impressed me,

As if I had recognized one,

Who dreaming I once called beloved

In an existence that long ago disappeared.

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