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Apr 2017
As boats float across scratching the water sheets
Solid cellos vibrate in ethereal space, the golden feminine sound of violin perpetuates and piano marks the beat giving sweet sweaty harmony.

All this and light,
All this in the morning light,
All this and fools don't even bother looking
As I stand staggered paralyzed by this yellow morning sight of GODS.
David Cunha
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David Cunha  27/M/Portugal
(27/M/Portugal)   
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