love walks quietly…

it was never about words

it is about the silence

contemplation of the possible

hidden within

translation:

what are we, dust of stars, talking walking mirrors of the possible

I love all you poets because of your need to express everything

because I am nothing you make silence sing

perhaps the song you create touches and relates

so I am dust of stars quietly becoming possible…

*this perplexing world of infinite and sublime electronic pseudo miracle…

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