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Nov 5
It is an eternal dusk
where clocks , still dreaming ,
useless as before ,
watch  the passage of light
on the shifting sands .

In the distance
she is leaning against a wall ,
the marble cool on her skin .

She belongs here ,
she is from here ,

She has created here .

Drawn from the pure light
of this alien sun .
Written by
Matthew Bright  Sydney Australia
(Sydney Australia)   
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