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Wisdom
Jun 13, 2007 0:02:38 GMT -5
Post by Dunstan Attard on Jun 13, 2007 0:02:38 GMT -5
The wise woman Became night Naked in stars Of docile universe That hums space, Begets notes Of dreams.
The music, The music Has become a state of being Where we hold hands To orchards of feelings Among islands Where my dreams Keep dreaming in me Long after I wake into ages Just as sea keeps lapping the shore In the depths of a sea-shell
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