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Jan 2016
wait

wait
you say
don’t late this day
let it early
away

never

when all my roads
are closing down
you take me to this
never
town

open

you kicked a door open
in my mind
before
your
more

soul

soul is a ball of fire
enclosing memories
which do not
want
to lose the body
they hire

hug

this tired day
at the corner of age
hugging your words
floating in that air
that mediterranean
that balcony over the waves
that
you

Lidia Vianu**, from *My Cup of Light
irinia
Written by
irinia  where East meets West
(where East meets West)   
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