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First thing to return

A voice calling in the dark

"Love your enemy"

The words echoing

Pulled from paper audibly

His own impression

Words of a brother

Each left to their own corner

When their work was done

For words are like seeds

And some nights almonds blossom

The proof all at once

Some days are silent

If this could be avoided

Surely it would have

These days have been long

Take the sign for what it is

Not a fish, but grace

At sunset a vine

Still at sunrise it remains

The browsing complete

On the threshing floor

Do not mind the wheat and chaff

For love blooms therein