mrdes
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Monday, November 09, 2009
The Poet
I
A sculptor seeking for a nibble of his heart
Carves a similar unfathomable piece:
We become closer.
II
A harpist plays a melody unknown
On the strings of morning light,
To stir each birth of dew.
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