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These words, floating to the surface, come from amongst an ocean of others. Sleeping, ripening, unformed, swimming in darkness, some rising into green, translucent waters. Titles, remembered images, voices of loved ones, colours, scents, secret moments never spoken aloud. More, and more still, residing, unseen, unheard, unknown beneath this iceberg of words.
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
The Iceberg Poem
These words, floating to the surface, come from amongst an ocean of others. Sleeping, ripening, unformed, swimming in darkness, some rising into green, translucent waters. Titles, remembered images, voices of loved ones, colours, scents, secret moments never spoken aloud. More, and more still, residing, unseen, unheard, unknown beneath this iceberg of words.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
FrancescaRegan
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
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