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The pencil
Shadows
A night time landscape
Building up
The tones
Of a secret
Language
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Cloaked
. . . . . . . . . . . . .A hidden phrase crawls behind
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A hill
On the columns
Of a temple
Within the stones
Of Silence
The foundation found
By the seed
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And blooms
The breeze
Carries petals
Of ivory
As
Once more
You
Will
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Become February
Copyright 2011 Alain Millon
