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Sep 2016
In the hot sunlight
Time stopped for a while,
When Past, Present and Future
Were absent, away from this realm,
And that chime drowned out
All anguish with unknown bliss,
When warm stones and streets
Were redolent of roses-
Haply like those aromas
Of Saint Rita's forehead
At that time years ago...
Anna Zapalska
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Anna Zapalska
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