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in voluntary exile

March 13, 2016

I write of skies, of streets, of waters

in voluntary exile
in faltering tongues
in pockets of time
and bubbles of thought

I write of pasts, of presents, of imaginings

in rhythm of steps
and the beat of hearts
in scan of eye
and the scratch of pen

I write of search, of seek, of fragment

in merging of colour
and blending of sound
in sprinkle of sparkle
and embrace of song

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