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Oct 2023
how
a raw light today
undecided to retreat its hope
from the mystery of leaves
I'm watching the clouds dissolve
into something larger than themselves
I'm watching my hands, how
their screaming is giving myself to me

the light without name will go its way
so we become waves not deceiving
the sea
irinia
Written by
irinia  where East meets West
(where East meets West)   
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     William A Poppen and irinia
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