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now your name may be redeemed
your wanderings freed into new

adventures

or maybe you will still stay inside a while

inside the boundary lines

four fields

corona
we shall never know
for there is no microscope
here
moving on i feel it was a flashback
to the girl who wished for quiet and
can remember  in detail
seems we gets busy here and there
yet cannot verbally explain why we write
and paint
black dog,
barks.
below the llan.
such is the change of time
i have been around for  an
hour
extra
so far we have read the rules
in black and white
in print
meanwhile others translate them in different colours
i read your poetry in the rain
liking the format, liking the days
that come natural now without
no planning
evolving gradually
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