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Aug 7
I translate a poem I wrote
using a language no one
will understand...
but it is the music
of leaves and letters
that dance as I play with the long
vowels and repetative
sounds which
brush beside
open ears and
urgent minds.
Eleo C Nora
Written by
Eleo C Nora  Windsor
   N and old poet MK
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