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Long Silken Threads

Rustling leaves sound welcoming

Pages turning slowly. Almost erotic and her hypnotic words erase old wounds

Day after day forgotten tunes

With such grace , no haste

Chapter and verse I revisit

Shapeless failures

Take flight

Softly I go into another night

Silhouette and shadow linger

Old ghosts dance

Thieves romance

Streams of perception flow

As spring flowers grow

Long fingers hold prayer beads and Know

Each mystery by heart and soul



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