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Poema
On the distant hill lights shimmer
(and the roar of thought - turns to silence.)
5 pm.
(
moon already out
[our being here makes us special.]
Poema
On the distant hill lights shimmer
(and the roar of thought - turns to silence.)
5 pm.
(
moon already out
[our being here makes us special.]