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Altitude (Free verse) by half.italian

With thoughts like helium whispers my mind billows out Reconfigured for weaving connections into intricate architechture. They build and join, scatter and duplicate until collapse Leaving bare copper on an unwinding coil.

Prince of Void 1-May-07/1:59 PM
Poems are made by us
One of us shall see
What we paint
Upon the blank page
That depicts what shall be unseen
In the heart of meanings
When the heart is pathless
When no poem shall go uncommented
Where poems and oceans cross each other
In the horizon of poets' dreams





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