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May 2012
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Dot
A black **dot

Outside the river
So trivial
So remote
So tiny
Swings
While I'm afloat
Grows
As I approach
Compose
While I broach
Into a dance of colors:
The gray so scarce
Alike this day
From dark red comes
A reminder that has bled
And the several shades of yellow
From below to the vast blue
My mellow fellow
Adieu
Leafar Mamede
Written by
Leafar Mamede  Portugal
(Portugal)   
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