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On winter leave

Today I am on winter leave As my soul is too heavy with all the snowdrops, violets and perfumes of spring… Your heart is wondrous and alone till you find me aching for lilies of the valley.      

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Posted in Invisible stories, My poems, Wordsmith

“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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