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Jul 2015
These words,
bedded by the flow of interpretation
dance;
a transhuman storm of sound
– rivulets of fancy and frolics –
washing clean the silence
with a bird call
of hidden meaning.
© Tamara Natividad
www.pisceanesque.com
Written 28 February, 2015
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