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A place in the sun

My place in the sun is where I found the realm of red pansies amid the green grass that fancies a stroll at dusk under merry shrubs of tansies.                 Art by Michael

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Posted in Blog de companie, Invisible stories, My poems, Visible stories

“Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn.” -Iulia Halatz

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