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In the morning we will have learned

speaking in each other without words,

I know now why the world held us at bay

always sending weather in place of names

( inside I always looked another view )

sometimes seeing through so many layered veils

there was a fine smoke wrapped in linen light as snow

sewn with genius stroke, trapped within the night below,

we used to use our wishes like the time as the centre of it all

spun like gold our souls became that which divine purpose does recall,

under your Oak talking to the birds

being in each other without words

In the morning we will have learned...



Poetry by Charles Lezine
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Written on 2012-04-17 at 14:08

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