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Sonnet VIII





It may be that I am the loneliest
Person in all this great, ancient world,
She told me, and took my hand earnestly,
And never have I needed someone more

Than now. She had issued me the challenge.
I desperately wished to be somewhere else
But there was no denying the twinkle
Of steel in her eyes, her tiny, set frame.

What do you want? Who are you? I whispered.
A friend? she said, and looked into her hands.
For six thousand years and ever more
I've walked this earth. Such joy to tell it at last!

With that, she was gone - I saw her no more -
She left me with what was, I think, a gift.



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