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Sep 2013
The day was bright
I was driving, the road curved right
then
a sharp and sudden twist of tarmac
****** me into the piercing light
blinded by shards of brilliance
drowned
then overwhelmed by peace and stillness
I stopped.
trees were embracing the sky,
time appeared to fade
there was silence,
and peace was made.

Then for a second I could follow my heart
as it ran on
just like a silent movie
but in colour.
Tony Novak
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Tony Novak
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   ---, John Edward Smallshaw, R and a maki
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