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Thursday, 29 March 2012

Sympathetic Symphony

Let me be lonely to find friendship in a word;

Echoes of dances soft spoken to a lyre.

Whispers of stardust and passions overheard

From shadowed voices all gathered round a fire.

The script connects thought.  The faces are unknown.

The flow sears through with its cold persistent path.

Thus speaks creation with meaning as mine own.

I meet my maker in pre-writ epitaph.

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