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Here is the southern hemisphere
where evening clouds yawn red
over the sea. Night floods in quickly
with dreams of people I know but don't.
They act like poems, things I create
that are not mine,
having a soul of their own.
My small life suddenly opens
to an unfathomable deep.
The silent thunder of their feet,
lightening images, half-captured
on the blank film of sleep.
where evening clouds yawn red
over the sea. Night floods in quickly
with dreams of people I know but don't.
They act like poems, things I create
that are not mine,
having a soul of their own.
My small life suddenly opens
to an unfathomable deep.
The silent thunder of their feet,
lightening images, half-captured
on the blank film of sleep.
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