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| 自画 |
the refugee seeks
music again,
familiar rooms hidden
deep and empty spaces
in sound here
sleep one
thousand years in a
cocoon the
color of burnt amber -
white sun
illumine velvet
-green leaves
tasting of
old dust
y air
. . .
bring me a glass of brandy, darling, would you please?
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| 自刻 |
there are notes that sound so alone...
so desolate are their worlds
so brave,
so quiet
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| 自刷 |
blanketing the garden
snow
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| 自 |
an outstretched hand
yours, dimly lit
beckoning
